The Circle of Plants ft. Captain Monarda Lyrics

Small poem

The goodness still remains

The flare bomb blooms on the dark sky

The child claps his hands and laughs

I hear the sound of the gun

And the laugh dies

But the goodness still remains

My name is Captain Monarda

I'm here to kick-start a plant revolution a photosynthetic movement

Pull out the ferns and cover the swales and berms with fruit trees

And bushes of berries kicking out new leaves

Bee balm buzzing with pollinators and smooth breeze

Good vibes under the sun with the Saguaro

Chilling with the creosote bushes for new tomorrows

Climbing like the ivy the heights as high as the redwoods

Live a thousand years with the ginkgos longer than men could

Shout out to the house plants living for some fresh air

Catch me in the forest while you're sleeping in your deck chair

Kill your lawn replace it with native species

And watch the succession fill all the ecological niches

We got all the plants here that my yard could fit in

Is that a Diospyros? Nah it's just a persimmon

We the greenest revolution since the 1960s

Take away the pesticides and then just add a couple mixed seeds

Pawpaws next to the hickory trees and walnuts

Cutting back the weeds so the cannabis grows among us

It's a food forest oak savannah Permaculture meadow

With the milkweed seeding next to waterfalls

A little bit of breeze and the seeds go pfff

Through the wind

And the roots settle down yet again

It's the circle of plants

It's the circle of plants

It's the circle of plants

It's the circle of plants

It's very difficult for anybody born since 1914

To realize how profoundly different the world is now

From what it was when I was a child

I try as best I can in spite of my years

To get used to living in a world of atom bombs

A world where ancient empires vanish like morning mist

The world is altogether so different

From what it was when I was young