A simple walk into the woods Play of light and shadow from above The never ending motion of supple green upon the bending air. In the sun’s unceasing vision, wild and rare - blooming full on tender waving stalk, a flower with ruby hair
Chorus: To the eyes, mind, a sense of wonder of at the heart’s opening
Nearby the flower a ancient tree Roots that bind the earth and stem that cleaves the sky. A silent cradle of youth & age exchanging life and seed. In the sighing, breathing woodland, eyes can see - now thru time - once thru innocence - all nature’s mystery
Chorus: To the eyes, mind, a sense of wonder of at the heart’s opening
A rushing brook flows by the tree. Cool and fluid motion joining flower and seed, a streaming magnet, the meeting place of all that lives and breathes. To the sound of time’s unending, pulsing roar. Man has sung a quiet, aching song. A fleeting dream - no more.....
Chorus: To the eyes mind a sense of wonder of at the heart’s opening