“Two Princess Trees”

“Two Princess Trees” They planted two young fir trees By the roadside yesterday, Among the restless city shrubs And traffic’s silver-gray. And oh, how unexpected — Forest maidens standing tall, In a street of horns and headlights, Did they lose their way at all? Like princesses in exile, In a kingdom made of stone, Looking round in quiet wonder — “Is this the world we’ve known?” Where is our prince and kingdom? Where is our royal home? We wear our emerald veils of light In streets of steel and chrome. We stand in silent beauty While engines rush and roar — Two queens among the city dust, Still forests at the core. Cars are flowing like a river, Neon flickers in their eyes, Yet wrapped in green and silver They rise beneath the skies. Majestic and unshaken, Soft but proud and free, Offering their splendor To everyone who sees. And passersby grow silent, As something stirs inside — A mirror made of beauty They cannot run or hide. Where is our prince and kingdom? Where is our royal home? We wear our emerald veils of light In streets of steel and chrome. We stand in silent beauty While engines rush and roar — Two queens among the city dust, Still forests at the core. Bridge And in their gentle presence We feel what we have lost — The grace we left behind us, The innocence it cost. Against their quiet splendor Our restless hearts confess: In front of living harmony We see our own excess. Final Chorus Where is our prince and kingdom? Perhaps it’s always near — In every fragile living thing That city lights revere. Two princess trees remind us Of who we used to be — Of crowns made out of branches And forgotten royalty