★─────────★──────────★──────────★ Original Lyrics | Musical arrangement & production in Studio | Voice based on my own voice | Cover Art Audio Uploads: Guitar: https://suno.com/s/Oql1sFL3Rmv08dTT Violin: https://suno.com/s/KgEBmPFQU72cUPNq © Artanne - All rights reserved ★─────────★──────────★──────────★ I'm walking through the woods, I lean my back against a tree, Rustling leaves above my head, Casting their spell on me. I feel the solid trunk behind my back, The branches stand out against the sky, The tree stands firmly in the ground, It nearly makes me cry. Deeply rooted.... Cradled by the earth. I am sitting on the ground, I see dead leaves, I smell the dirt. I just want to be cradled... To be cradled by the earth. I touch the old leaves lying there, I smell the wet earth, smell the mold, Press my hands firmly to the ground, Until I feel its steady hold. I am the dirt, I am the tree. The branches open over me. The earth becomes my anchor, I rest beneath the canopy. I am sitting on the ground. It's not just dead leaves and dirt. I feel cradled... I feel cradled by the earth. I feel cradled by the earth. © Artanne - 2026
