Treesong
Gently the wind strokes the trees,
as a fluitist his flute.
She sings of joyfully understanding
ones part in the whole.
And as such she calls for a
heartfelt companionship.
Gently the wind touches the leaves,
as a guitarplayer his guitar.
She sings of truthfullnes towards all.
Calls for more wisdom of the heart.
To be understood by the living soul.
Gently the wind touches the naked trees,
as a pianist touches his piano.
Playfullnes of the divine order
of things is enjoyed,
by all whoes heart is beating
as one.
And as such she calls for more
onenes of heart, mind and soul.