Whisper waters dance in the misty moonlight glow

Sharing secrets to the night between the ebb and flow

Embrace me closer, be not afraid, speaks wisdom from below

Through the forest of ancient muse, upon the river we go

 

Morning echoes across the lake

Sounds of songbirds her woodland chimes

Shadows surrender the forest awakes

And weaves her timeless tranquil rhymes

 

The wandering spirits of water and stone

Flow through the forest of sacred unknown

Bound to her wisdom, scattered and sown

These wandering spirits of water and stone

 

Paint me a picture

Weathered and wise

Today not tomorrow

Leave the disguise

 

It’s not hard to see faces

Worn and weary cases

Drifting between raindrops

And the silence between spaces

 

And so easy to see hatred

Blinded to what’s sacred

Bought by the foolish

Frightened and naked

 

So paint me a picture

As tall as the moon

Show us some wisdom

Say now never soon

 

If we could fill the sky with answers

Why we heave a heavy sigh

To stars that guide us through the night

Their wisdom we deny

 

If we could fill the sea with remedy

Peaceful thoughtful free

No mindless illusions, disaster confusion

As far the eyes can see

 

If we could move us forward down the line

On the sacred path of time

Scatter our burdens to the wind

And redeem a sense of rhyme

 

As madness surrounds us

Stealing its toll

Behold evergreen gardens

And nurture the soul