There you go, moving in the wind
I see you, under the Red Kite's wings
I feel your shadow, I hear you sing

There you are, among constellations of the open sky
In eye contact of passers by
Even in the tears I cry

I watch you, in the rug of fallen leaves
You're there, even when I don't believe
You hold me when I find release

I feel you, in the presence of the peeling bark
In the starkness of the lonely dark
Dear Spirit, you're in my heart