Song of the Sun

Oh little seed
Oh dying root
Oh tender leaves
Oh silver shoot

Lift your head, my darling one
You were not built to die
I’ll melt the frost enclosing you
Alive with open eyes

I won’t break you
I won’t burn you
And I know that you are tired

I’ll open your mouth so that you can drink
So that you can sing again
I’ll open your mouth so you can sing again
So you can sing again with me

We are standing in the Sun
And there is nothing light can’t touch!

I am alive!