There in the Stand of Trees

There in the stand of trees we fell
Long we watched the gray clouds swell
The wind that blew was cold as hell
There in the stand of trees

There in the stand of trees we fell
Limbs reached out to no avail
Motion blurring, the light grew pale
There in the stand of trees

Earth and sky, horizon’s cry
All our risings turn to settings
All beginnings finally ending

There in the stand of trees we fell
Side by side within a veil
Of lonesome grace, and ringing bell
There in the stand of trees

Earth and sky, horizon’s cry
All our risings turn to settings
All beginnings finally ending

Or…
Sky and earth, horizon’s birth
All our settings, turn to risings
The final ending becomes beginning