The Secret Life Of Plants

I can't conceive the nucleus of all

Begins inside a tiny seed

And what we see as insignificant

Provides the purest air we breathe

But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being?

For these are but a few discoveries

We find inside the secret life of plants

A species smaller than the eye can see

Or larger than most living things

And yet we take from it without consent

Our shelter, food, habiliment

But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being?

For these are but a few discoveries

We find inside the secret life of plants

But far too many give them in return

A stomp, cut, drown, or burn

As is they're nothing

But if you ask yourself where would you be

Without them you will find you would not

And some believe antennas are their leaves

That spans beyond our galaxy

They've been, they are and probably will be

Who are the mediocrity

But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being?

For these are but a few discoveries

We find inside the secret life of plants

For these are but a few discoveries

We find inside the secret life of plants

Oh, oh, oh