Listen,
to the stillness of time
Let go,
your everyday cares
The singers sing the cycles endless turn
And only if we listen can we learn
For the words that once were written
Must always come to pass
And the truth that once was spoken
Forever, lasts.
As we learn,every word has a reason
Every sound, every shape, every scent
Theres a pattern seen only as a child
Something ancient, something primal, something wild..
But can we find it?
