The painted sky speaks to me,
The rustling leaves whisper in my ear;
I'm now privy to Nature's Secrets,
She tells me, she's glad I'm here.

"Where have you been?" She inquires--
I say, "I'm not quite sure--
I may have been to hell and back,
And now I've found a cure.

The Cure is all around me;
It's in the Sky, the Trees--
It's in the calling of the Loon,
It's in the gentle Breeze.

...But I could not see
I could not feel,
I could not hear your Call
'til one day you awakened me
and now I claim it all:

the Love
the Joy
the Pain
the Sorrow
I can now embrace:

I need not run away
from me
Nor seek to hide
my face."