Can't remember when

No one to a chant of goodness
No one to a change

Where are we descending from 
To a question plays itself

The land will be shaken to the falling of pride and peace
To a rock of faith the evening again
and the earth will know at the beginning where you started to it's following to the end
Becoming or  leaving will be to us all
even at times given yet not taken 

And you will 
call to yourself
  Can  this will really be me?

yet you cannot look yourself into the eyes ...a depth so deep unknown to the knowing 

The trees will still have a story to tell 

 And I  will hear yours ...so denied to the life of it's taste. To a life