Histories and Mysteries

I want to hide in a world unknown

but to the deer and the air

where leaves tell of histories and the earth tell of god

and the win carries the prayers.

Where the only concern is to live til you die

as the circle of life makes its turn and

each breath that you take was just exhaled by the trees

and for heaven you need not yearn

For it matters not what tomorrow may hold

for it is enough to live for today

and when the next season hints of its arrival soon

your soul is not swept away

For it is what it is and it always will be

from the earth we are born and remain

and like the leaves tell histories and we speak in mysteries

the world goes on just the same