The Talking Tree I stand before the universe, in barked through history I live upon the roots of the birth of earth. My branches have felt the emphatic of the cold dark nights. I lean my arms upon the east, the heavens protection Upon the earth, I the incubation of nature, I the birth of new inheritance, I can sing, and wave, My limp sings through the wind. I sleep no more in de mist of dawn or in the midnight shade, Invoke ideal the black mask to my aid, de bark, the blackness of cane, He pleads for the bounty of my head, dignity stands, at greed, change hands, the hidden secret, the bounty , to the lynch man, I cry in secret, my people dignity, the hands of nature. Nevertheless I the foundations of the roots, brown maple sugar come from my root. I have been the slave to death, the root of tree, that lynch my spirit of man and bond him around my palms, I the incubation the spirit that lives within me, I have held my brothers upon the tree, I the roots of my bark, the brown maple, that lives within me. I the wimpling willow tree, the subscriptions of my legacy. I have lived and I have died, I return to earth, the raw of the red clay, nature resolves my roots. I stand tall, the species of the heaven, I embrace with protection, the black earth that gives me life, the eyes of the world, I sit humble upon the night, the angels of birds fly upon my arms of freedom, I embrace them, as I give warmth to the spirit. I the spirit of my brother browned bark, upon the night, the birds sings from my house, the nature of life, comforts the source of my space. I hold the secrets to life, I have out lived many, through the laughter and the tears, I the bark the covers the mask, of spirit, I live and my seeds, are productions of a new life, the ancestors that lives within me, I tell the legacy, the eyes of nature, speaks in silence, the roots of the bark tree, brown maple that lives within me.