A Song For the Forest

Nov. 9, 2007

Through the edges of the window I look, Rain falling into the brook, always calling, And my thoughts are taken from me, Like Adam out of Eden. And I create the silence It is my soul and we are one. In the emptiness of the berglass Solidarity binds with singularity And to me the holy truth is passed. Through the edges of the storm the rain seeps, Bringing mist over the mountains, Like the owl brings the darkness. And there is no silence There is nothing and still we are one. In the shallowness of the riverbed, The autumn leaves mix with the soil of spring And to all across the valley, the holy truth is passed. Now there is no silence. Vibrations rock the canopy. Mites dust the forest oor With legs of drivers bane Through my resting place they came with swords of silver. Now, let me rest my head on the sounds of my forefathers So my soul may live again.