From the woods and the misty sea
The calls ring out without rhythm
A trill from the tip of the tree
And a quiet crooning from the water
A jubilant cry from the shore
As if to say, I’m here, I’m here
You haven’t met me before
We don’t judge the water fowl for their howl or the swallow for its tremble
We listen and accept the call
It’s simply their way
Of finding their mate
And greeting the day
Across the ancient depths and shores
The waves move rhythmically evermore
Sculpting cliffs that man ignores
And channeling him to golden land
Singing softly, you’re not in control
You’ll have to follow the cards in your hand
Do we doubt the ocean’s power or promise when the tide runs out?
We observe and accept there’s a time
When the seas will come again
But for now, we can walk upon the rocks
And take up what the tide brought in