Rise

What if this is the beginning? Not the beginning of the end The wisdom that's awaken and coming back around again Underneath the canopies The bees are stretching out their wings If you could stand still enough to listen You'd hear a symphony of little things Dragonflies and toadstools Tadpoles and whirlpools We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong the river So rise She was standing in the old grove Like when water does to some Closed her eyes and felt her throat show A quiet rising She is not alone Cicadas and timbers The spiderweb quivers We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong the river So rise, rise We put bands back in the rivers Where the beavers build there homes A mother bear crosses a bridge of wilderness From Yosemite to Yellowstone The deer in the meadow Shadows of sparrows We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong the river So rise We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong to We all belong, we all belong the river So rise What if this is the beginning?