At close of night And break of day The pinwheel stars Sail black to grey Across the ocean Of the sky Above the clouds They joyful fly

Falling tree tottering but no one sees. How I wish that I had seen The years that surrounded you; Heard the tread of men passing by, Heard the silence before this age of noise.

Moments pass slowly In unseen places

There is a corner of the land A place the world forgot Where lay a dusty tombstone In a dry and dusty lot

The sky is His cathedral Without pillars Without ceiling Without end

If I had ears to hear Would that I became A sprawling canopy above A desert floor Branches bearing leaves of merciful shade Calling on graceful wind to soothe the pains of this life Welcome, my friends, to the place you belong