The shifting of the leaves,
On the ground of hard stone.
Speaks beautifully,
Of the ever moving image.
A light upon the trees,
Is the fabric of the world.
In the density of space,
To make meaning through our hearts.
All the ages they have shifted,
With the glory of wisdom.
In the sound of pure light,
With the spirit of true kindness.
The glories of love,
Are open in the sky.
And in pouring rain,
Of ever passing years.
Your hands carry wisdom,
With glory and kindness.
Throughout all ages and years,
You come with love and truth.
Read me now those notes from heaven,
Written down from all your years.
And look upon those crystals blue,
In the waters of the morning sun.