The Tree Song- Part 1

It may be wrong to do what’s right When what's right is always wrong And what's wrong is always rightfully thought By the thinkers of the right But you think what's not thought By the thinkers when they think their thoughts So the further realm of probability is where you set your sights You see the immoral critters creep carelessly And it’s delightfully distressing To see prophecy so clear and near as the world keeps digressing It’s amazing they can’t see it when it’s piercing in their skin We laugh at their stupidity and cry about their sin Up the path to twisted hunching trees Outreach your branches and you wink at me When the breeze flows through your leafs What kind of secrets do they leave?