Making Forests

All that we know seems to be broken

And yet, there is beauty beyond compare

God listens to those who shape them

We change, everything we touch in this world

Oh the work that we do to survive it is just 

foundation for bringing a new way

Don’t look in places that you’re used to

Turn up, stones in forests of your own making

To find, that all your mossy thoughts they are made real

And it seems as though they’ve always been there

We all gather to stare, and marvel at what we made

Don’t think that there is no other way

Give all you’ve got to emplace

Your inner vision to ground

Don’t look in places that you’re used to

Turn up, stones in forests of your own making

To find, that all your mossy thoughts they are made real

And it seems as though they’ve always been there

We all gather to stare, and marvel at what we made

Don’t think that there is no other way

Give all you’ve got to emplace

Your inner vision to ground