Seamus and the Secret of Life - Tilman Sillescu

I can't conceive the nucleus of all Begins inside a tiny seed And what we see as insignificant Provides the purest air we breathe But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being? For these are but a few discoveries We find inside the secret life of plants A species smaller than the eye can see Or larger than most living things And yet we take from it without consent Our shelter, food, habiliment But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being? For these are but a few discoveries We find inside the secret life of plants But far too many give them in return A stomp, cut, drown, or burn As is they're nothing But if you ask yourself where would you be Without them you will find you would not And some believe antennas are their leaves That spans beyond our galaxy They've been, they are and probably will be Who are the mediocrity But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being? For these are but a few discoveries We find inside the secret life of plants For these are but a few discoveries We find inside the secret life of plants Oh, oh, oh