Souls of a Feather

[Fox of the Oaks]

Birds of a feather, flock together;
In the same tree they rest and they sing.
Souls of forever, love together
Not just themselves, yet every being.
Thieves that are clever, steal no thing,
For the tender wing of fate fans fortune to the honest;
So let the birds be, so resting in their tree,
Then they freely will sing, and fearless light they will bring.

The king that is noble, rises at dawn,
Like the Sun upon stone, where legends are born.
Earthy and simple, old and yet strong,
He dances like a warrior, and sings true and long.

The queen that is pure, of heart and of soul,
Pervades all the world, her Love to console.
Her form cradles rhythms from celestial dawns,
She speaks intuitions that show deep love borne.

Like wind raising wings, the journey of life;
Or as a wave rolling sings, primal pleasure ignites.
This union is for all, and so heals everything.
The land is made whole when met; the sky and earth sing.
For love accepts all things, and embraces all paths
In this cosmos of song, on this living world we call Earth.