Morning Ritual - High Places

From small speck of stardust to wondrously sentient Revolving and spinning in space Waking and sleeping and yielding to gravity It starts to show on your face M

The picture's clear but it's going black And you're not always sure you are on the right track You gave a little bit and they took a lot Of your sense of self a

On and off and on and off as light pours through the trees In and out and in and out exhale inhale you breathe Light to dark there's left a mark a tree inside y