Come Wayward Souls
that wander in the darkness.
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
are easily forgotten,
when you submit to the soil of the earth.
Grow tiny see,
you are gone to the tree.
Rise, till your leaves fill the sky,
until your sighs fill the air in the night.
Lift your mighty limbs,
and give praise
to the fire.