With sun upon one hand
Moon upon other
I stand as a sigil awhile
At once as a tree grows
From deep root the sap flows
Rising and falling as tide
Through sun moon and seasons
To grow for a reason
Other than ego or pride
To keep ever with you
The view from your high hill
And living the ley as I stride
Stood but a moment seemed
Ever remembered dream
With sun and the moon for my eyes.
