I wonder if the trees ever feel uneasy
When winter comes and they stand tall but bare
Do they sit and fret and fray
Worried that the day won’t come when
Spring arrives and blossoms reach for air
Or do they trust in the season
Never asking for the reason
Why life and death go hand in hand each day
Do they know how to grow never asking to be told
How well they’re doing and what purpose they display
Hidden underneath are where the roots connect the trees
Uncertainty and grief entwine with hope and peace
It’s the silent sound of love’s determined beat
It’s the silent sound, love’s beat
Do they already know that their neighbors are their home
Tied together here on earth and cosmically
That individuals don’t ever carry on alone
No matter how you try to run from your own need
Or do they fight against each other
Try to isolate the other
Holding onto fear’s false belief
Or do they hear it in the wind
The way their leaves are rustling
Touched the same as all the other living things
Hidden underneath are where the roots connect the trees
Uncertainty and grief entwine with hope and peace
It’s the silent sound of love’s determined beat
It’s the silent sound, love’s beat
