Lightning shatters the temples,
And the prisoners run to the cities.

Enlightenment in the open,
But the leaders call to the rain.

Through the lenses we build,
We belittle the fields.

Through the fossils we find,
We belittle our lives...

...And expand on our minds.

Adapted to our inventions,
We piece together our puzzlement
To discover the origins of where we stand.

We live without contentment,
We urge to learn,
And light the blackness.

Our footsteps disturb the ancients.
Our machinery expands on their science.

From where I find,
No Heaven or Deep.
Calling out,
Where are my skies?
Watch the pastor's open doors,
But step into a light much more.

Low-Hanging Tree
Part III


Dream of the hills,
And picture the mountain.
I see the sun born,
Making way through the storm.
The winds blow against me,
Rain lands on my face.
The grass is now dreary,
My travel remains.

Low-Hanging Tree
Part II


I set out with a strong tune,
And a thick beat in my heart.
My goal in life is visible,
And my pathway lies ahead.
But yet I find myself aware
Of seaspray on my face.
But I know there's nothing there,
My pathway lies ahead.

I'll find the low-hanging tree,
The clouds.
As I imagine in my head.

Low-Hanging Tree
Part I


To be lying in the ocean in an everlasting dream.
To be crying out for wonder,
All the more in my belief.
I'll be tossing out my gold,
As that of which I've seen.
I'll be setting for adventure,
And I'll leave my narrow stream.