All That Lives Between Us

Before the green, before the light,a seed lies dreaming through the night.No map to follow, nowhere to go,just something ancient saying — grow.

Rain comes down, the roots reach deep,through all the things the darkness keeps.A thousand threads beneath our feet,finding strangers they were meant to meet.

Nothing here is standing still,the fallen leaf, the waiting hill.What disappears becomes the ground,and what is lost comes back around.

The serpent turns, the old skin falls,mycelium moves beneath us all.The moth finds light inside the night,the fungi turn what's gone to life.

Sun through leaves and moon through rain,every ending feeds again.A beetle moves, a flower dies,another generation starts to rise.

There are stories under stone,there are ways we're never alone.Every branch and every scarremembers everywhere we are.