Can you hear it,
the breath of water?
Can you hear them,
clouds floating by?
Can you hear
the songs of your soul?

Hear it, see it, touch it...
the pulse of things as they unfold.
The pulse of things and we are one.

Can you see it,
the sound of snow?
Can you see them,
stones growing old?
Can you see
the beauty of your soul?

Hear it, see it, touch it...
the pulse of things as they unfold.
The pulse of things and we are one.

Can you touch them,
the words we spoke?
Can you touch them,
our hidden thoughts?
Can you touch
love at its core?

Hear it, see it, touch it...
the pulse of things as they unfold.
The pulse of things and we are one.

© Tessa Richter 2013