Whispers - Ayla Nereo

Pine, I am calling to you

Aspen, I am singing to you

Redwood, hear this song

Birch-bark, weeping willow

And Dogwood, blooming moonlight

Cedar, let it fall, fall away

Oak, you bore my body

Bay, I bade you open these vessels…

To receive your whispers

Tender breath-keepers

Givers of life to these lungs

May I open my ears and

Surrender

What can you tell me

How can I tend you

How can I tend to the ones

Who pour life through these lungs…

Care for these rivers going dry

Bone and sorrow held as

Pain, drought of feeling, yet the

Rain can give us freedom, forest

Rain, but if we cut them, it goes

Away, help us

Open these vessels…

To receive your whispers

Tender breath-keepers

Givers of life to these lungs

May I open my ears and

Surrender

What can you tell me

How can I tend you

How can I tend to the ones

Who pour life through these lungs…

«We, for every one of us you’ve uprooted

You can soothe it by planting another

Of the same as the kind you’ve uprooted

Every ending a beginning if you choose it…

You can soothe it…

If you choose it…»