Tender is the autumn breeze

That speaks in peaceful tones

Wisest is the one who sees

We are as one, not alone

 

In eyes of nature bold and bright

We learn from she who knows

Through the garden of morning light

That whispers sweet repose

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The mist is rising

On the path ahead

Upon wayward sails

Of souls misled

 

The earth she whispers

Words to the wise

To remember the sacred

And open our eyes

 

In the future before us

On the path ahead

Only fools speak hatred

Speak love instead

 

A walk in the forest

Along the winding trail

In the company of simple things

Our madness conceals

 

Surrounded by silence

Along the winding trail

Nurtured by nature

A wisdom that heals

 

Beneath lofty wonders

Along the winding trail

We surrender to mother earth

Her mystery reveals