The call of kissing waters cold
Is heard bird wise, above, below
In leaves of lyric, skip of stone
By glint of sea for all I know
In ancient eye, by flap of feather
Tidal pools perceive the weather
Witness oh! the shine of things;
It’s the how of the why the soul now sings.
This dream of trees take with them one
As they go gladly, ever on
Away from where we fall they are
Dancing elsewhere under stars
Beyond the here of every now
(who would hold on anyhow?)
They sound out beauty, simply sighing
And sing the when of who is dying.
Spring will come and ever so
To teach the new the old ones know
And dream the reach of mystery sweet
As clouds move on and stars retreat.
Mother Earth receives your bones
As we will wander on, alone
We’ll gather young ones now and then
To sing your season, hello again.