The Ivy FrameThe Ivy Frame - Song 65132
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Memory of Trees can be viewed in several ways. One way is simply at face value, it's watching a family evolve from the point of view of a tree. You could also say that the tree is kind of like a safe haven for these people - they respect nature and see it as a safe-house away from the cities for not only themselves but for the next generations too - they want to look after it. You could also view the tree in a metaphorical sense, it's more of a family tree...but in a slightly deeper sense than tracing genes. Gaia is the view of the Earth as a living organism - emphasizing the importance of keeping every individual sector of it sustained. Also associated with the Gaia belief is that the Earth has a spirit, when your physical body is no longer a suitable vessel, your spirit returns back to the core spirit to become something else...I kind of imagined the previous family members perhaps returning to the tree mentioned in more than just a physical sense... I'll leave it up to you to decide your own interpretation! Let me know if you come up with any good'uns.

Written, performed and recorded by Elly Lucas 2008.

She stood under the moon
Her eyes reflecting its light
In her branches was a balloon
And at her roots a tiny figure wept.

She supported the ladder that came
And the laddy who climbed it so high
Then she watched with sad-eyed disdain
As her company left with the night.

Seasons changed and years went by
And her canopy grew so wide
Now two figures lay at her feet
Hand in hand through her leaves watched the sky.

Then again she watched them leave
Repeatedly they’d come and go
Then one day, two became three
And love around the tree it flowed.

Time it passed as time tends to
Autumn made her a bed of leaves
A small girl stood in her auburn glow
Within the memory of the tree. x
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