lift the day with their stories,
a poetic rising of the sun
And aspens in the chalky groves
speak to us with the slightest breeze,
a community of a thousand years
The rainforest drinks from the clouds
and the white bear sleeps in the shadows,
a visitor to our oldest dreams
Stones along the ancient shores
have a song of heavy notes,
an enduring murmur in the cool waters
A salted pool pulses like a beating heart
and children answer with their fingers,
a vital cleansing in the shells and shimmer
There is only the expression of the One Life
trusting the voices who know,
patient for our blessings and remembering
