Today the Trees are Singing

Today, the trees are singing

they are calling for my heart

The wind is pushing gently

on my sorrows

"Let them go" the giants whisper

I watch the wind fly through the firs

I hear its whoosh and cry

The call to heal and honor death

And fill my lungs with her sweet breath

I raise my arms

An act of Faith

And cast my grief into the sky

Story by Little Drum