I hear you
in the wind-chimes
Yodeling too, and carrying on
with tales of conflict and lore.
It’s a lust for life that suits you,
a big bellied man
with a kid in each hand,
rich with the love of your family.
You care for the land
and the forest around you
as if it is your own,
and you drink from the wind
and spread it around
as if it were never unknown.
These are the stories we share when you’re gone,
these are the stories that need you,
these are the stories you made here on earth
and somehow these stories precede you.
I hear you,
in the wind-chimes,