Layers of green above
Where is the beginning
Sun rising tries to catch
A glimpse
Of forest floor a branch
Falling through air
On sudden sound of wind begin to soar
Transitional bird
When we hear –
We make a listening sound
Moon rising exchanges
Secrets with the leaves
Sitting with you in a tree
In soft rain feeling there’s
Time here for everything
On sudden sound of wind begin to soar
Transitional bird
When we hear
We make a listening sound
