ghost of time

the greenest green
a thicket in the wild
the whitest white
clear and bright

sing to me from afar
cause the days are heavy
and time moves slow
but in the end
its only a ghost

slipping thru
and weaving in
days rush by
before we swim
within the deep
of all that is
the old tree watches
the elder weeps

sing to me from afar
cause the days are heavy
and time moves slow
but in the end
its only a ghost