"Grow to the light..
Search through the dark..
Through rocks and through mud.
The devil sleeps underneath..
Children grow big...
Parents grow bigger...
The ancestors go down..
Passing to the underground..
There they meet the ancients...
Dealers of the light..
Passengers of the dark...
They are the soil, the rain, the air, the spirit..
With their power they form generations..
With their sacrifice the search continues..
As to grow into the light..
Leaves of thought shone upon..
Branches of instinct tested..
The roots of memory trusted...
The seed, the fruit, the child
Struggles through darkness...
To lift the soul into the light
To leave the body in darkness
To return to the ancients..
The watchfull eyes.....
with angelfire to take,,,
with breath of life to give.
All to see.. harmony.".
...said the old oaktree