Turning circles, the tunnels of our mind.
Sky blue, tide turns, mountains stand tall behind.
Stood outside of time we’re all lost souls.
Feel the heart beat, wind blow, ice cold, snowfalls.
Cry out, appease the unrelenting pain.
Warm sunshine, fast river flow, driving rain.
Dwelling on times yet to be and now gone.
Sweet birdsong, crashing waterfall, white swan.
Trapped by how they say life ought to be.
Blossom blooms, bumble bees, green leaf, tall tree.
Release clinging chains of desire that tie.
Flower sweet scent, red deer run, white clouds fly.
Letting go and returning just to be,
Turning circles now still, all calm, set free.