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Let the lowly roots reach out through the water (and the boat) and flower into something truly lofty and sublime beyond all the endless mediocrity.

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[Watch the following YouTube music-video also.

Roots To Branches    (Lyrics by Jethro Tull):

Words get written.  Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches.  See gentle shadows change
the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one’s listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

True disciples carrying that message
to color just a little with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one’s listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

In wet and windy priest-holes.  Grand in vast cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man’s got his face on.
He’d better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one’s listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. ]

Roots to Branches (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Roots to Branches (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2014