To whom can I share my secret
      That I perceive you
      But the whole world
      If it will listen, but it must
      For you are everything...

      I am rustling in the breeze
      Finding that I am the forest
      Which has fallen asleep
      And all my dreams are of awakening
      To the sound of children running behind you...

      Is there anything that time won't tell?
      The ruins of our parent's world speak desperately
      While the future beckons imploringly
      And here we sit in the middle with the answer...
      I am humbled by your patience

      I have lost myself in the becoming
      What we dream is so beautiful I know
      Remind me, please, that I am infinite
      Through the song raging like a fire
      In our timeless conversation...

      I hear your voice amongst my leaves
      Carried hence by some trick of the breeze
      Teasing me in my ancientness
      That we are all children
      With a small piece of eternity awaiting our return...