Dancing timbers, swaying pines,

The scent of nature’s breath.

Rain, like tears, from starry skies,

Life, slow but steady crept.

The flowers reach, through mist and thorn,

They will not be denied.

The touch of sun within the storm,

To reach like fears defied.

Branches spread, out to reach,

Their hands will be entwine.

To embrace their love, to beseech,

Their brethren in time.

From high to low, we all connect,

A community of life.

What we give, is what we sent.

Of beauty, strength and might.

Come forth, the creatures, big and small,

Upon cathedral’s floor.

To marvel at the wondrous call,

On foot and paw and soar.

The melody and blessings come,

Of beast and bird and fern,

From mountain to smallest crumb,

To all this we return.