The grasses whisper to the trees
In the meadows where our fathers played
The dusk settles gently upon the house
Where our mothers sing of love and grace
And the night, it comes with a quiet sigh
Angels in shadows, drift over the waters
Stillness surrounds us, with our moon-painted faces
While we deeply breathe in the wind
And all the stars sit at the edge of the darkness
To watch our dreams play across the earth
And as we float and lift and dance in their dust
They scatter our song to the skies
