Time as Passing

Vast and far the valleys roll in my mind

A chart, a map, I need none

Music in the wind, stories in the trees

This is my land, your land, our land

It’s alive in mind, spirit, memory

I know not what it is this feeling of bliss

Hair down, feet moving, hands cold

I close my eyes and let time pass

Slowly time creating history

The trees collecting stories

The wind collecting songs