How will the hearts begin to tremble
And stand in awe the unsuspecting minds
When trees will rise as if from nowhere
And tower to the sky like thunder in the night
And in the dusky twilight fearsome forests
Once more will whisper to the stars and
Earth’s breath will find its hunger sated
With green-haired heads and roots that grow into its heart.
Will man then quietly acknowledge that he’s not master
Only guest in life’s great game and come
To humbly stand before the ancients
And bow his head before the wisdom of a tree.
Will he then feel the sacred epiphany of being
One with nature’s everlasting play
Life moving in its perfect circles to in the end