There inside the old grove of surrealistic trees

Is an inscrutable mystery flowing like the breeze

In a quiet whispered voice that touches us all

Is the inner most memory we all wish to recall

Back into the faded black  stretched before memory

When we crept out of the ooze as a part of one family

Before we learned how to hate and to wage war

I think in some of these gains, we lost a little more

But then again, maybe all or a lot of this is necessary sorrow

Steps along the way as we reach into out new tomorrows

How did we forget all the best of things we learned in kindergarten?

How did we forget that wrongs and slights can be pardoned?

Oh I get this inscrutable memory is a thing we pardon in obscurity

Still, it’s answer is the key we need most for our human family