From the recording Traveler's Lullaby
In a Forest of Trees
©2000 Barbara T. Webber
Rushing through life's calendar
the trees flash by in a blur
You cry to me about feeling lost
and I heard not a word.
Now you tell me that you may not find your way along our road.
And I fall and crumble beneath this painful load.
I was not awake for you my dear
For the things your heart wanted mine to hear.
Like a gentle breeze in a forest of trees
I lost part of you somehow.
Please forgive me now.
I sit on a stone on the forest floor
The sunlight streams from above
I listen carefully for your song
to speak to me of love
I can only wait to receive your heart should you decide to stay
And pray for a whisper of hope upon this day.