Song for the Forest

Breathe deep, you rouse me from my sleep, of

Work, news, payday blues, a deadline list of things to choose

More to-dos, I hit the snooze, I run to you and lose my shoes

The saints of this church are cedar, elm and birch

The silent ash knows, the moss between my toes

Frog and cricket conversations

Air and water circulations

A silk cocoon, a blazing moon, in cycles never-ending

A dividend can't comprehend the beauty its offending

Smell, feel, you never fail to heal

Noisy malls and concrete walls, complaining when the rain falls

Pub crawls and drunken brawls, there's wisdom in the birdcalls

The monks at this shrine are maple, oak and pine

The willows understand, the bark beneath my hand

Seeds wait, sleeping until spring

The walnuts add another ring

A patient owl, the hunter's prowl, a babbling brook is laughing

Of vast domains, not much remains, perhaps our time is passing

The monks at this shrine are maple, oak and pine

The willows understand, the bark beneath my hand

Frog and cricket conversations

Air and water circulations

A deadline list of things to choose, I run to you and lose my shoes

Complaining when the rain falls, there's wisdom in the bird calls