Whisper Lake

 

Between the Trees

 

Let’s Meet in the Garden

 

Let’s meet in the garden, the elders they speak

Of memories of good things we once sought to seek

A bounty of wisdom, a harvest so deep

Let’s meet in the garden, and share what we reap

 

The Quiet Hour

 

The Stone Waters

 

Into the Woods

 

High in the trees into the blue

Sounds of the forest sacred and true

The songbird she beckons her song ringing through

As we wander the woods and imagine anew

 

One Autumn Day