Perennial

Say to the stranger land Say I wish to be your forest A natural disposition of life, of living Where their spirit of being is, oh simply is Calling to the skies swooping low above the ground Let me be your eagle Hear my cries for you I entwine your soul with these stems My shell standing still, aging I am growing taller Forever a perpetual permanence Never to be cut down Oh let me be your forest… You are never to be harmed in this natural; I will protect you Say to the stranger land I wish you mine Beyond your warm heartbeat lies emptiness Without creation I would be dry, abandoned, destitute, lifeless I am but an open space Waiting for you to claim Say to you now I beg you foreign land Let me be your water I am permitted to bathe you in the mornings And call upon a raincloud Washing your scent away So when the water freezes over into snow Then make your bed in the earth Oh my beloved Have me surround you. I say to this land Let me be your SUN A flash surrounding you Burning, blazing, scorching across entire existence Rising to the highest of peaks Only to be kindled in the gentlest of smoldering embers Forgive me but… You are the life that inhabits the forest