Towards the Mountains

Towards the Mountains

I call to you now
I call from the straits,
I’ve been sent here to tell you
Your fortune awaits

In the root and the tree trunk
The water and stone,
Where a voice whispers out
That you’re never alone

Where the wind and the sun
And the earth interweave,
Where her breath is divine
And you don’t have to leave

To sow many fruits
And to gather in turn
To taste of the heavens
To live and to learn

I call to you now
I call from the straits,
I’ve been sent here to ask you
To step through the gates.

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