Layers of green above 
Where is the beginning
Sun rising tries to catch
A glimpse
Of forest floor a branch
Falling through air
On sudden sound of wind begin to soar
Transitional bird, 
When we hear –
We make a listening sound 
Moon rising exchanges 
Secrets with the leaves 
Sitting with you in a tree 
In soft rain feeling there’s 
Time here for everything
On sudden sound of wind begin to soar
Transitional bird, 
When we hear –
We make a listening sound