i’m. working. on this.

Your roar makes green shoots spring up dry forest quakes its enlived enlived

I know a man so full of light that boughs blossom out beneath the shadow of his frame

the very shadow passing over fallen branches of ancient trees gone to decay

once again the laden limb is seen under the shadow

dry forest again ablaze with bloom by the release of his breath in a word

I know a man so full of light that his very shadow renders life

i know a man

i know a man

the avian choir tells of a son whose heart burns like a raging fire

sings the avian choir

like a raging fire

i know a man

i know a man