2d
Today the trees rehearse their part,
each leaf a tongue, each gust a start.
Amber altos, crimson bass,
they rustle hymns in sacred space.
Let your feet be the conductor’s wand.
Walk slowly.
The forest is singing.
each leaf a tongue, each gust a start.
Amber altos, crimson bass,
they rustle hymns in sacred space.
Let your feet be the conductor’s wand.
Walk slowly.
The forest is singing.
