ENCHANTED

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

Ah! But it is I who 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!

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

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