Who Knew
There was a little girl who grew up, surrounded by a wood
The wood was so happy.
People who visited it Fed the birds
They made Love their way of Life; so in this wood they would speak their souls devotion, offer dedications of spirit to the trees
They would speak in whispers honest truly love and underneath everything the undertone Love that mattered truly
Their footsteps would be regular and then gentle run and jump
There would be symphonies, coruses in their Love
And like everything a Priest
Who said His honest vows each day and gently went to work.
The people of this forest were Good
How did they Know? Because they just felt so Good
Everything was built in a Peace
They layed beloved towels and duvets with doves. Little gestures, unhurried conversations, they made their days safely with Love
Nestled. That was the name of the village where the folk group grew
Nestled. Nobody was strangers; simply friends they always knew with their arms outstretched across the Water offering good intentions for their Mother
Who looked after them all and Grew
