Rising into light
Connected to the moon's face
The spiral sees all
A cycled color circle
The shape of form and spirit
Red painted the past
The tree stands in the future
Still in yesterday
Leaves tremble without the wind
Their veins, ever blossoming
Run in the forest
Pulsating green energy
We have so longed for
Breathing in the mist and dew
A silent song is spoken
The sun is the heart
Breathing slow and watching close
Creating shadow
It follows us everywhere
Flying free from the branches
No audio time
Singing chords and fleeting hordes
Alone, ring the chime
Inhaling the mist and dew
A silent song is spoken
Seeds that cannot grow
Patiently wait on the sill
Planted in the mind
Hushed with determined focus
Watching each breath, in and out
Not by our own choice
We feel that which was here
Before we were here
Steady falling rain brushes
The leaves as we run through them
I am my father
Connected, I know
We sing through smiles
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