hear the song coming up through the trunk of those trees
from the roots to the shoots
from the leaves to the wind
here its hush during fall, during spring
hear the song of the stones rolling in riverbeds
of the toads jumping in, of the fish
springing out for a dance in the the light
in the morning and then again at sundown.
hear the steps of those marching ahead
leaving the wounds behind
their pain could crack mountains, instead
they turn it to music and hum
gently hum now that you've learned
the way this world turns, make your mark
and when you have gathered your breath
raise up from your chair, raise your voice high
and sing tp your liking and track