ENCHANTED

The Rustle of the Leaves are the wind chimes of heaven,
And the cool breeze a charm ever forgave,
A ripple of a stream, a song to be heard-
And the gentle echo or that lonely bird-

Ah! but it is I that will rest and see
How much this earth loves and lives
Just for me.

Would I be its child and nestle in its womb
Or would I pillage its glory and create its tomb
Is it my place in its glory to hurt it’ great might
Or be a part of a great healing – and not of a great fight!

For I chose to be loving and caring today,
I chose to be loyal in a gentle sweet way
As I listen to the rustle of the earthly wind chimes
And lay my soul in its bosom
And my hope with it Lies,
As I pray for anger to dissolve and to die

Come dance the song of life with me
For we live in such beauty and such serenity!