Riverwood - Thorn And Thread

I stitched a prayer with thorn and thread Between the roots and riverbed I didn’t ask, I didn’t plead— The land just gave me what I need I brewed my tea from pine and rain And felt the forest mend my brain No temple roof, no altar stone— Just moss to call my marrow home Sing me green and sing me slow Let me be where wild things grow Vine and petal, thorn and seed I am held, and I am freed A sparrow sewed a thread of sky Between two branches passing by I watched her weave without a sound— A sacred song without a crown I am not above the grass I am not beyond the pass I am not the thunder’s call— I am just a part of all I brewed my tea from pine and rain And felt the forest mend my brain No temple roof, no altar stone— Just moss to call my spirit home Sing me green and sing me slow Let me be where wild things grow Vine and petal, thorn and tree In these woods, I am free [fade out]