where the river flows, where roots are joined on eagle wings

there are those who cut down the forest to see the trees....
but I'd save myself if I knew then what I know now

I'd plant a forest and fall on my knees, grateful for my vision of solitude
I'd embrace the rain with muddy roots, I'd let my shadow walk away

I'd listen to the sound of one tree falling
I'd walk across a distant thunder in peaceful silence

I'd help you build a bridge and show you where the river flows
underground, where roots are joined with earth and sky.

I'd point my finger to the moon and let our spirits howl,
like alpha wolves learning to fly.