Meddoe

Speak to me of flowers
Speak to me of spring
Speak to me of branches
With their fallen leaves

All things need to change
All things stay the same
It's a great galactic cycle
With an infinite range

Mountains and valleys
Rivers and trees
See them all swaying
In the cosmic breeze

Listen to the silence
Of a snow covered meddoe
There is much to learn there
And there is much to know

White fox came up to me
Along with red coyote
And the answers to many secrets
They told me

Mountains and valleys
Rivers and trees
See them all swaying
In the cosmic breeze