It is a song of Hope I sing.

A person from the future I have yet to meet,

everyone I know is there in the past 

or here in the present along side me.

You and I, we are on the eternal breaking

of the wave of time,

as far into the future as any being has ever been.

Yes, the unknown brings anxiety,

but find comfort in this certainty:

the future is uncertainty,

and that be the only certainty.

It is a song of Hope I sing.

Indeed, the breath of Hope is organic

and is all that was ever needed.

Fellowship the sun’s rays,

Reflection the soft rains,

cycling, nourish the tree of Hope.

I am the caretaker.

It is a song of Humility I sing.

The Forest does not know time,

before time and beyond time,

the Forest is vast,

everything and all,

My tree be infinitesimal!

But the ground in which I grow is fertile,

how did this come to pass?

The Great Mystery put Life to root,

much more humble than the present state.

It is a song of Humility I sing.

Grow and die where they lie did they,

cycling, cycling, cycling.

I am neither the first nor the last,

that be the only mercy,

the only mercy I need,

My tree be infinitesimal!

I tend, I grow, I age, gracefully down I fall and lie.

Taken no more than was given,

given all to all that be planted after me,

peace I have found.

It is the only song I sing.