By Sage Cook It’s the wind, it’s the waves in everything Call it fate, call it chance, or destiny In the turning of will to willing In the turning to this offering So it seems… It’s in the wind, In the waves, In everything Oh, reliance, reliance, the silvery thread Intertwined, interlacing such a silvery web Oh, persistence, persistence, the opening Overgrown, the garden remember it don’t forget…don’t forget It’s in the wind, In the waves, In everything Lately, the wind has been whispering warning The weather is wild and it’s willing The window has wound up open To the likes of what’s approaching Don’t cover your eyes, don’t you curse it Just rest in peace of a purpose Rest in peace, we’ll rest Oh, surely, surely rest Remember Your soul the soil of the garden the spell that is cast while spoken to choose and then be chosen to weave and just get woven not all answers come with a question In the fiery depths of the canyon To the fallout fields of Eden Oh, we’ll keep on, keep on breathin’ All is well… All is well… All is well… Calmly, the creek takes the shape of the valley And as it does, so do we Oh, I give myself up fully to shape the valley surely