Singing Alive

Starlight shines thru the third eye sight
A garden grows in the dark of night

Roots reach down to the mystery
To the wounds and the gifts of our ancestry

In the shadow realms we feed our dreams
Till they rise into life as our destiny

Flowers bloom in the pale moonlight
They’re alive with the songs of our hearts delight

An owl calls from the dawning sky
Saying ‘raise your heads its time to fly’


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