Project Gajajana | The Call of Earth | Guardians of the Ancient Forrest

A drop slides gently from a leaf Fallen to the waking ground A whistle traces the first small melody As morning light begins its round The riverbed keeps its etched-out story Shaped by centuries of flow A whistle glides above the rhythm Showing paths we used to know The hills stand steady like old guardians Wind brushing softly past their face A gentle whistle drifts between them Filling quiet, shaping space Maybe stillness held the answer Long before we learned its name Stay a moment in the quiet Feel the earth beneath your frame This is the call of earth Gentle but always clear It moves through every breath Through everything you hold dear In water, light, and silence In all you've walked and seen The world is not behind you It grows in what you've been A child paints waves across the pavement Blue unfolding over gray A whistle lifts the morning gently Turning quiet into day The older trees hold quiet markings Names worn deep but never gone A drifting whistle carries memory Lifting it and moving on Maybe we were never missing Only too loud to hear ourselves Now the path beneath our footsteps Shows where gentler stories dwell This is the call of earth Woven through all you are It glows inside your shadows It warms your every scar Listen when it reaches Don't turn your heart aside The quiet holds a language That never had to hide Before the hours found their rhythm Before the days began to climb We were only light in motion Gathering into shape and time This is the call of earth And it remembers you Not as something distant But something living too Every river, every silence Every sky you ever knew The world is not outside you It's growing back into you It's been here all along