Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(__ Dream of Fear_)

Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much__he flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky__elebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

Whichever season you__e in, rejoice and celebrate your life as you might not experience it twice.

All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.

Only the trees, only the trees. Like a key they see beyond the mystery, waiting patiently ever holding me while I hold the sky.