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

 

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

 

Just a walk through the forest

On a warm summers day

With blue skies and gentle breeze

Dancing through the trees

 

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