Wise Men
A tree with flowers
Drowning away
Diving down to earth
Day and every day
Some wise men never say
That the world will be ok
And they’re too wise to think fast
Or to their beards shave
They once told me to brave
Which is purely scientific
Someone knocked on my door
And I asked, “who is it?”
But no one answered
So it’s a wise man I suppose
It takes a wiseman
To prophesize – one of those.



