Speak to me of flowers
Speak to me of spring
Speak to me of branches
With their fallen leaves
All things need to change
All things stay the same
It's a great galactic cycle
With an infinite range
Mountains and valleys
Rivers and trees
See them all swaying
In the cosmic breeze
Listen to the silence
Of a snow covered meddoe
There is much to learn there
And there is much to know
White fox came up to me
Along with red coyote
And the answers to many secrets
They told me
Mountains and valleys
Rivers and trees
See them all swaying
In the cosmic breeze
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