We stood

Steady as the stars in the woods

So happy-hearted

And the warmth rang true inside these bones

We stood

Steady as the stars in the woods

So happy-hearted

And the warmth rang true inside these bones

As the old pine fell we sang

Just to bless the morning.

We grow, grow, steady as the morning

We grow, grow, older still

We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn

We grow, grow, older still

We grow, grow, steady as the flowers

We grow, grow, older still

We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn

We grow, grow, older still

i've been thinking about the PNW recently.  not sure what the yearning means nor where it originates.   but it exists.  ahhhh...to be able to see the stars in the skies rather than reflected amongst the concrete.  to be able to hear nature speak rather than the beeping cabs converse.  bliss.

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