Pine Needle Path

The path I walked in my deepest sleep

Is here at last, for my soul to keep

A golden-brown river beneath the trees

Swaying in time with the mountain breeze

It’s more than a vision, more than a sight

It’s the touch of the earth, so soft and so light

I step on the needles, a thousand years deep

Where the secrets of seasons are buried in sleep

Oh, the pine needle path, a natural carpet of gold

A story of healing that never grows old

It swallows my footsteps, it silences my fear

The only sound is the forest

I hear Softening the heart that was hardened and dry

Under the dome of the evergreen sky

My footsteps are singing, my spirit is free

On the path that the pine trees have laid out for me

How many winters did it take to build

Before the hollows of the earth were filled

Layer by layer, the memories fell

To weave this cushion this magical spell

The pine stands steady through storm and through sun

Watching the threads of the centuries run

It’s a gift of time, a patient grace

An ancient hug in this quiet place

Oh, the pine needle path, a natural carpet of gold

A story of healing that never grows old

It swallows my footsteps, it silences my fear

The only sound is the forest

I hear Softening the heart that was hardened and dry

Under the dome of the evergreen sky

My footsteps are singing, my spirit is free

On the path that the pine trees have laid out for me

The air is thick with the scent of the wood

A fragrance that tells me that living is good

I don’t need a rhythm, I don’t need a drum

Just the low-frequency, pine needle hum

Each step is a prayer, each step is a song

This is the place where I finally belong

The path from my dream

Walking on the clouds of the earth

Step by step