Lyrics

The wisdom of a canyon
Lies deep within
Ever patient and changing
From bedrock to rim

If texture is the language of time
River carved canyons speak in eloquent rhyme
Rainfall the choir of a world intertwined
This land suggests something divine


The wisdom of an old tree
Resides in its bones
Standing resilience
Rooted and whole

If texture is the language of time
There’s a thousand-year poem in this juniper’s lines
Burl and berry, bramble and vine
An elder among the pines


The wisdom of aging
Is seen in the eyes
Grace born from understanding
The hardships of life

If texture is the language of time
There’s a tactile tale in my love’s smile lines
Skin etched in wrinkle as our bodies unwind
A return to the mystic in kind

Yes texture is the language of time
Canyon, bark, wrinkle; symbol and sign
My heart is peaceful, my eyes open wide
As we dance toward our final goodbye