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Nice lyrics from Dawn Sinclair, about I guess the nauture of things, the cyle of lfe, and indeed death... everything changes, everything in this material nature is temporary, and matter is in a constant stae of flux, and these bodies that we inhabit are also part of that cycle.
Mighty Oak.
Young soldier planted the acorn, when he returned from the war
Time sprouted wings and the little seed, came to be much more
As back to the Earth a man soul goes
So the mighty oak from an acorn grows
The oak tree stood so proudly, spread its arms up to the sky
And watching from his window, It filled the young boy's eye
As back to the Earth a man soul goes
So the mighty oak from an acorn grows
A home for hoarding squirrels, a place for hide and seek
Goal post or a cricket stump, but not for the boy grown weak
As back to the Earth a man soul goes
So the mighty oak from an acorn grows
And when the golden oak leaves, would tumble to the ground
Children would bury themselves, under the mound
As back to the Earth a man soul goes
So the mighty oak from an acorn grows
Oak tree stood one hundred years, then suddenly was no more
Trunk and limbs made coffins, for a man, his dreams and more
As back to the Earth a man soul goes,
So the mighty oak from an acorn grows