Pine, I am calling to you
Aspen, I am singing to you
Redwood, hear this song
Birch-bark, weeping willow
And Dogwood, blooming moonlight
Cedar, let it fall, fall away
Oak, you bore my body
Bay, I bade you open these vessels…
To receive your whispers
Tender breath-keepers
Givers of life to these lungs
May I open my ears and
Surrender
What can you tell me
How can I tend you
How can I tend to the ones
Who pour life through these lungs…
Care for these rivers going dry
Bone and sorrow held as
Pain, drought of feeling, yet the
Rain can give us freedom, forest
Rain, but if we cut them, it goes
Away, help us
Open these vessels…
To receive your whispers
Tender breath-keepers
Givers of life to these lungs
May I open my ears and
Surrender
What can you tell me
How can I tend you
How can I tend to the ones
Who pour life through these lungs…
«We, for every one of us you’ve uprooted
You can soothe it by planting another
Of the same as the kind you’ve uprooted
Every ending a beginning if you choose it…
You can soothe it…
If you choose it…»