The waters roar
The birds sound
The waters turn brown
Listen to the waters as they speak
They Moan
They Groan
They cry
They hope and long for a healing touch.
The trees cry
The trees die
The birds frown
Listen to the waters.
The Moan
They Groan
They Cry
They hope and long for a healing touch.
The wilderness cries
Touch us they speak
Heal us they say
We wonder how long it might take
Comfort us, they smile
Hold us, they frown
We wonder if it is the last day.
We need a healing touch, they say.
The waters roar
The birds sound
The vibrations rise
The waters turn brown
The trees cry
The trees die
Comfort us please,
They smile
Hold us, they frown
We wonder how much longer.
We need a healing touch.
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