The Marriage of Earth and Sky                   

Beneath the trees walks the sky, exiled now from Paradise,

And as she glides in grey twilight, lambent beams around her light,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

Beneath her feet, the flowers fly, forming constellations high,

And as her tears glide slowly down, transformed to stars cascading round,

Singing oh, I believe I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

And as she sings of her lament, sidereal music, heaven-sent,

Echoes through the forest trees, mirrored by the soughing breeze,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

Wending through the forest trails, with wisps of comets in contrail,

The air about in lucent gloam, as she her pathways aimless roams,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

Suspended in the night-time shade, her song of sorrow newly made,

Empathic chords on gossamer wings, the nightingale plaintive sings

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

Around her hover fireflies, transformed to planets at her sigh,

Gathered up in starry night, round the forest ethereally bright,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe, I will die.

Around her head the colors play, that on the northern skies display,

In coriolis swirls alight, the tinctured veil of sweet starlight,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe, I will die.

Sweetest sky do not despair, the earth replies unto the air,

For I have seen your colors bright, and hear your wailing in the night,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe, I will die.

For where you tread with troubles worn, and cry your tears, so lately shorn,

There upward spring as from a haze, angelic host of colors glazed,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe, I will die.

So do not walk these paths alone, as from your troubles lately flown,

Lay aside your doleful care, cast off the pallor of despair,

Singing oh, I believe, I will die; singing oh, I believe I will die.

Beneath the trees walks the sky, bringing earth her Paradise,

As the two walk hand in hand, joined at last, together stand,

Singing oh, I believe I am alive; singing oh, I believe I am alive.