Where the forest dances and the rivers sing

To the woods we gather the promise of spring


On faraway trails beneath the trees

Of evergreen sweet and earthen breeze


So to the woods we gather this promise of spring

Where the songbirds laugh and the rivers sing


Simple are the quiet moments

Woven in the sun

When the forest rests, stars awake

And the rivers softly run


Simple are these sacred moments

When the daylight is done

This tapestry of natures’ song

Woven in the sun


Morning rises beneath the dawn

The earth she smiles her eyes awake

And sees the light a living grace

Across the misty morning lake


All is quiet on whisper lake

As moonbeams rise in fading light

Between the shadows spirits awake

Upon the journey into the night


Across sacred waters

Rising from her sleep

With wonders to be written

And mysteries to seek


In the sheltered forest of emerald shade

The trees are dancing, sharing the sun

Embraced by daylight, which soon will fade

In the sheltered forest, together as one


Along the shores of whisper creek

Of waters ancient wistful deep

Beneath the trees as nature sleeps

Lives the silence that softly speaks


So somber and still the air we now breathe

Forgotten the solace of our bewildered spring

But while darkness besets as together we grieve

The sun it will rise and the birds still sing