Can we listen to the waters

Hear the woodlands speak

Open our eyes to the skies

See our follies and deceits

 

Can we learn from the stars

Ever straining out of reach

Like the sharp edges of truth

Always hurt, before they teach

 

Can we listen to the sounds of wisdom

The wind through the trees

Open our eyes to the skies

Begin again to see

 

Morning rises beneath the dawn

The earth she smiles her eyes awake

And sees the light a living grace

Across the misty morning lake

 

Thirsty roots gather in the forest below

The wind surrenders to a gentle breeze

Rivers rejoice the waters they flow

As summer rain dances through the trees

 

We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree

Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free

 

But on the horizon with eyes that must see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nurture my heart into the night

Feel my spirit upon the breeze

Sow my soul on the river of truth

And scatter my song to the seven seas