Through grounded roots and anchored dreams, 
The winds of change appear, 
No more will cold and darkness bloom, 
Within the forest here, 

For with the inner sight you see, 
Within the gland called pine, 
Experience the difference, 
When you merge your heart with mine, 

See with the eye of nature's call, 
Be present with the breeze, 
There is no pain or thought at all, 
From networks merged as trees, 

The wisdom there is infinite, 
With roots as far as sight, 
The inner cities of the earth, 
Are merged as cells take flight, 

For forms are but a costume, 
In the infinite abode, 
Expression freely takes it's form, 
Without a heavy load, 

Sing freely in eternity, 
Be free and sing your song, 
And be the wisdom of the pine, 
With laughter all day long.