O spirits of the forest, hear our breath
In the hush where roots remember time
Wind is whispering your ancient names
Through leaves that tremble soft and kind
Light is falling, green and slow
Golden dust on bark and stone
In the arms of earth below
Spring awakens gentle hearts
Warmth returns to fragile ground
Summer burns with living fire
Every pulse, a sacred sound
Autumn sings in amber tears
Letting go of what has been
Winter stands in crystal fear
Stillness deep and sharp within
Joy and anger, love and grief
Every voice we learn to sing
All the paths our footsteps leave
Circle back to everything
When our bodies tire and fade
When our names are dust and rain
Fold us in the waiting clay
Till we rise as earth again
O spirits, watch us, softly stay
Guide our nights and fragile days
From first cry to final sleep
Keep us, keep us, keep us deep
O spirits of the forest, hear our vow
In leaf and soil, in breath and bone
Till the day we lay us down
Walk with us — we are your own