Think not of the leaves as they fall from the trees
Think not of the story's of the birds or the bees
Think not of my actions
Think not of my words
Think not of my friends or of worrys unheard

Think not of my presence
Though I am seen
Think not of the music
As I play by the stream
Think not of the fish
That has been cut clean
Think not of the forest
For its only a dream

The rain is falling
As the music plays low
And as the tree grows older
It shall survive when it snows

Think not of the one who made the storm
Think not of the one who's river born
Think not of the stars or how they shine
For they shall come when its time

Follow the flowers
Follow the birds
Follow the music
that leads to the girl
Follow the master
And learn all that he may teach
Follow the baker
And listen to what he that preaches
think not of what they may have said
And just be glad that your alive today and not dead.