Hear

Beneath the life that is green and well, 

Lies the skeletons of those before;

For death and life go hand in hand;

This is our waltz,

This is our dance. 

[...]

Cover the floor in the colors of broken light, 

Veil the forest in a lively green;

Burst forth without forgetting;

This is your chance,

To live and see.

[...]

As the sun dries your dewy tears 

In your ephemeral bloom, 

Unfurl your petals, and your leaves; 

And just be;

Even if only for a small eternity. 

[...]

Fall with grace in brilliant fire, 

As the reds and oranges and yellows wilt to brown;

Join your sisters and your brothers;

These may be your last memories,

Just one amongst all the rest.

[...]

Beneath the life that is green and well, 

Lies the skeletons of those before;

For death and life go hand in hand;

This is our waltz,

This is our dance...

[...]

Listen for the tones beneath;
A symphony of harmonies;

[...]

"This is our waltz,
This is our dance."

[...]

Welcome to the melody.