When The Trees Are Singing

When the trees are singing

That is when a moon will become

More than a moon

And it's light a holy


The last little light

In all the earth


And the leaves will become

More than leaves

And their thick veins

All dancing 

And feeling


When the sun listens closely

When the dark whispers silently


When the ancient becomes new

And the simple becomes grand


When we are gathered

You and I

And the trees are singing


Becomes more than love

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