This path I walk with sauntered steps
has brushed my back with gentle breeze
whistling a tune of natural harmonies
and shaking synchronicities from the trees
Whose leaves dry and crumble,
tumble and turn
through my spiritual soil
nourishing this sampling
as it tries to earn its place
in old growth forests
of wisdom, love, and grace
This path I walk with sauntered steps
has brushed my back with gentle breeze
whistling a tune of natural harmonies
and shaking synchronicities from the trees
Whose leaves dry and crumble,
tumble and turn
through my spiritual soil
nourishing this sampling
as it tries to earn it’s place
in old growth forests
of wisdom, love and grace
This path I walk with sauntered steps
has brushed my back with gentle breeze
whistling a tune of natural harmonies
and shaking synchronicities from the trees
Whose leaves dry and crumble,
tumble and turn
through my spiritual soil
nourishing this sampling
as it tries to earn it’s place
in old growth forests
of wisdom, love and grace
This path I walk with sauntered steps
has brushed my back with gentle breeze
whistling a tune of natural harmonies
and shaking synchronicities from the trees
Whose leaves dry and crumble,
tumble and turn
through my spiritual soil
nourishing this sampling
as it tries to earn it’s place
in old growth forests
of wisdom, love and grace
