The Trees Speak My Name

The trees speak my name in a rustle and sigh

The clouds shape my pain as they rush on by

The lakes drink my tears where they fall as I cry

And my heart begins to heal

 

I dream the dreams that the rivers know

My heart soars along where the eagles go

It longs for the purity of  Winter’s snow

And my heart begins to heal

 

Maine’s natural songs are my solace, my ease

The strength of the mountains the cool of the trees

The timeless wisdom of the infinite seas

And my heart begins to heal

 

My own perfect haven, my “Songs From the Wood”

To speak of my heartache, to be understood

To be cleansed of my sorrow, love life as I should

And my heart begins to heal

 

As I feast on your beauty you quiet my soul

You whisper of newness in forests of old

You quietly calm me when I lose control

And my heart can finally heal