The Circle
There is a time for truth, and each day it comes
Beneath this earth, what souls may rise?
On fertile ground that’s bathed in life
Surrounded yet, by winter’s gentle sting
The base of the tree, adorned in frozen white sands
Carefully sculpted by eternity’s hands
Its strength derived from a place cold and unseen
Yet unimaginable in warmth and strength
There is a circle that bears witness to the hand that brings us life
It surrounds us, it is within us, and it redeems us
There is a circle that I am free to witness, every day of this precious life
It is eternal, and it is my choice.
