We walked the trail alone we thought
Until we heard an axe strike knot
A young man it seemed with strength of ox
He was wise and bright as a fox

His hand was soft his skin was smooth
No worry it seemed dried that fountain of youth
But on reflection we realised 
This man had knowledge from paradise 

We talked and laughed and thanked that man
For clearing wood with attitude of can
We knew his life in those moments of trust 
We heard stories of war and love and lust

As small stones drop into enquiry waters
Sink deep and settle and move with order
His life force moves across the world
As his ripple lives and lasts and is heard

His vibration will continue his soul a force
To inspire and encourage us all back to the source