I am the voice of many voices,
A watcher in the trees.
I turn your head when you make choices,
Like comfort in a breeze.
I love you and I bode you well,
Invisible in air so thin.
A gentleman I am, you know,
You must ask and invite me in.
So many times I've called to you,
And beckoned for your ears.
You may have heard my pleading cry,
I flooded you with tears.
But I saw your face just while I spoke....
You ran from me with all your fears.
I live, and live, and live again!
I'll grace your forehead with a crown.
Fine measurements I keep of all,
I know each elder in every town.
A fool you'd be to deny me,
I'm marrow of your bones.
I hold in me a silent might,
With me you'll carry many stones.
I long for you to draw me near,
Please do not turn away.
If you have an ear to hear,
Dark night you'll see like day.
