Riverwood - The Trees Will Sing Me Home

I came with a name the wind forgot I asked the trees what silence taught They bowed their branches, slow and wide And spoke in bark with nothing to hide: “There is no end—just root, just breath, Just soil and seed, just life in death.” I walked a path with no carved stone Just moss and bone, and bark alone No name was called, no sign was shown Yet still I knew I’d found my own Lay me down in bark and bone Bury me deep where seeds are sown If I am lost, then let me roam— The trees… the trees will sing me home I came with a name the wind forgot I asked the trees what silence taught They bowed their branches, slow and wide And spoke in bark with nothing to hide: “There is no end—just root, just breath, Just soil and seed, just life in death.” This forest here is older than grief It has swallowed kings and quiet beliefs I’ve buried names I never knew Beneath the yew… beneath the yew The fire remembers the branch it fed The seed holds hunger from the dead And every goodbye we gave to loam Becomes a wildflower calling us home Lay me down in bark and bone Bury me deep where seeds are sown I am not lost—I’ve always known The trees… the trees will sing me home This is the forest I return to Where time dissolves and I remain I need no crown, I wear no title The roots will hold what I forsake The trees… will sing me home.