Call upon the wisdom of nature,
Once living but now has passed.
Within hardened resin and bleached bark,
Lines the understanding script of time.
Young are we dwelling upon this rock,
And timeless are these hills upon a mount.
We would do well to remember our years,
And lie upon this path to learn.
With twisting limbs pointing to deepest skies,
Our hearts beat to the time of flowing streams.
As our minds wander down coursing rocks,
And rest within an embrace of bared root.
Call upon these wandering heights,
And teach us what we yet know.