Sleeping in my
Sleeping in my den
I gathered them
Gathered them into words
When I'll wake from my dreams
Sky opens up
Clouds move up
Trees bend down
Hidden underneath the soil
I hear in spring
Underneath the soil
Whisp whisper they whisper my name
When I'm alone
Hear the roots of the trees
In the forest
The forest of dreams
Hear my thoughts growing in
Into the soil
