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I was away from our five mile world so Bill took this Blip.
Below are the words to a beautiful song from the maple tree's perspective about being turned into a fiddle

The Maple's Lament


(Laurie Lewis/Spruce and Maple Music)
From "Restless Rambling Heart" (Flying Fish 406)


When I was alive the birds would nest upon my boughs
And all through long winter nights the storms would 'round me howl
And when the day would come, I'd raise my branches to the sun
I was the child of earth and sky, and all the world was one


But now that I am dead the birds no longer sing in me
And I feel no more the wind and rain as when I was a tree
But bound so tight in wire strings, I have no room to grow
And I am but the slave who sings, when master draws the bow


But sometimes from my memory I can sing the birds in flight
And I can sing of sweet dark earth and endless starry nights
But oh, my favorite song of all, I truly do believe
Is the song the sunlight sang for me while dancing on my leaves