Take me to the root; where soil is rich and the tree holds deep.
Ancestors traveled through storms of magic, to descend on final leap.
Those twisted vines and daggers brought love and pearly gates; answers to many questions and never-ending waits.
Fortune can be found, searching deep within the ground; there between the rocks you’ll find answers to the sound.
‘Who am I? Where’d I come from? Where shall I go from here?’
Press your ear upon the grass and the answers will be clear.
Earth is just a moment in our linked forever quest; oceans to mountains welcomed us, but only as guest.
The final dance is waiting for the foretold day of tiding; free of any doubt; grit and power will be uniting.
For together we shall be when the tree falls to the sea; rock away the inhibition and what will be will be.