Listen,

to the stillness of time

Let go,

your everyday cares

The singers sing the cycles endless turn

And only if we listen can we learn



For the words that once were written

Must always come to pass

And the truth that once was spoken

Forever, lasts.



As we learn,every word has a reason

Every sound, every shape, every scent

Theres a pattern seen only as a child

Something ancient, something primal, something wild..

But can we find it?