Awaking the Coming of Consciousness A tree’s face comes alive with the grief of whispering the world’s story. We are watching, waiting, waking.. Wise roots reaching back through the dawn of time enduring thus far. Our fingers grasp Terra, holding hands on burning heart we feed of the earth, of the sun, call down a primal spark of fire! Life has begun. We have lived in the past but have been always in the present. A tree’s spirit is forever if left alone from the touch of man. We have sheltered you in the nursery of life, raised you up on branches toward the unknown. The wind howls the music of leaves sounding our triumphant declarations, fueling fires for incantations, yet you carve our bones. Silent sap tears run down our bark skin eroding the soil where life began. Flora feeds Terra’s powers soil rich of blood, beasts of burden fall, eons marching on. Flora shares no concern with the walking over ages that echo in the new dawn. Ages have past, and we are still here by night and by day honouring earth’s ceremony from dawn till dark, watching moon, sun and stars the fingerprints of life imprinted on leaves that fall every season on the cold city streets. We are watching, waiting, waking. ~ Composed by Mo Ben-Shir, Allan Drabble, Tim Page and other members of Banshees Quill Back to Banshee's Quill Home