Earth pulls us downward
to regain its lost children
birds long left the nest
Scatterers blown by the wind
find their way in this grand world
In the summer's warmth
freedom of the quiet mind
talks in whispers now
Lost children blown windwards hear
the noisy silence of choice
Like all falling leaves
we will find our way back to
earth from whence we came
There to lie in turmoil’s grace,
our goodness to the earth replace