Creator Of Life Whispering Pines

Beneath a vaulted emerald sky
I wander through the ancient pines
Their needles, trembling in the breeze
Whisper of forgotten times

Steps are silent on a mossy floor
Breath of earth in every sigh
Lonely hearts will find their kin
In the songs the pines confide

Whispering pines, carry me home
Speak to my soul when I’m lost and alone
Memory’s river, roots in the stone
Guide every wayward heart back to its own

Stories slumber in silvered bark
Written deep in ancient rings
I hear laughter, I hear fears
Every tale these branches sing

Under shadows, spirits wait
Guardians old and wise
Their breath is wind among the boughs
Their counsel never lies

Whispering pines, carry me home
Speak to my soul when I’m lost and alone
Memory’s river, roots in the stone
Guide every wayward heart back to its own

Call of the night, hush of the dawn
Promises kept where the true ones have gone
Circle unbroken, leaf upon leaf
Cradle my sorrow and cradle my grief

Whispering pines, carry me home
Speak to my soul when I’m lost and alone
Memory’s river, roots in the stone
Guide every wayward heart back to its own

Guide every wayward heart
Back to its own