Cross the lines down shifting lights,
Catch it's breath a stream of life,
The tallest trees stretch to the sea,
And to the edge where shadows meet.

quiet place and nature's way,
[bad word] and whispers life,
Still born again into golden dreams,
Hiding place beneath blue skies.

Cross the lines down shifting lights,
Catch it's breath a stream of life,
The tallest trees stretch to the sea,
And to the edge where shadows meet.