a special place

there is a special place
for you
in this echo that i call myself
the echo that keeps ringing
through these hills

where resonance keeps ringing out
and bouncing off the walls
the town may be asleep
they may not hear or see
but in your gentle nature
you know everything

without using a word
the sound sings out
the tide is coming in
and stroking the shore
in the way only it knows how
with gentle strands of seaweed
fish carcasses and shells

there is a special place
for you
in the echo that i call myself
the echo that keeps ringing
through these hills

you have nature in your hand
you feed it
you know how to make things grow
and keep them happy through
the seasons
from the hopeful spring
to the sleeping winter months
you nurture things

there is a special place
for you in the echo that i call myself
the echo that keeps ringing
through these hills
and always will