Lay me down in the mosses.
Let me heal till morning light.
I will use yonder stone for my pillow.
The branches for my blanket.
The song birds for the orchestra.
Yonder brook for my evening bath.
I need the coolness of the forest.
I long to bask in the moonlight’s glow.
Oh tell me please,
I can do this once,
Before the summer goes.
The autumn of my life is upon me.
I long to bask in the summer one more day.
I long to bask in the moonlight’s glow.
Oh tell me please,
I can do this once,
Before the summer goes.
Lay me down in the mosses.
Let me heal till morning light.
I need to awaken my Spirit.
It is getting too “city -fied”.
I must lay down in the mosses.
Before this yearning dies.
I desire to awaken the laughter
That can only come from the birch
I long to awaken the divine
That for me only comes from the pine.
I quest the serenity of the sage.
I invite the cedar and sweet grass
To lead Soul on in its dance.
I long to bask in the sunshine one more day.
I long to bask in the moonlight’s glow.
Oh tell me please,
I can do this once,
Before the summer goes.
Lay me down in the mosses.
Let me heal till morning light.
Lay me down in the mosses.
Let me heal till morning light.
Photo by MaryHelen Ferris Jasper National Park Canada Sept 1, 2008
