Allow wet leaves to paint inconspicuous colors into your bland skin,
Listen to hidden seeds and silent rocks narrating their epic stories,
Pay attention to ants of wisdom express their pragmatic plans for the season,
Let go and be still to Earth-scented rain washing away your hibernating guilt,
Hush when birds of flight whisper lullabies into your weary hearts,
Trot barefooted to feel the fertile soil nourish your starving souls,
Dance carefree eternally and smile from cradle to Home Oh Divine Spirits of our stage.