Stars above are whispering tales so profound
They speak of a sacred place on holy ground
With old trees standing silent telling of old
Where whispers of secrets in the breeze unfold
Rivers flow softly tracing paths on the earth
Mountains rise guarding stories of rebirth
Footprints left and faded mark paths of the past
In this sanctuary time's grip's surpassed
Holy ground where shadows dance with the light
Whisper dreams that take their flight
Here the world reveals its gentle face
In this quiet sacred place
Candles flicker like thoughts upon the wind
Shadows play like memories rescind
Ancient stones hold the weight of the sky
In this chapel of nature where spirits can fly
In every blade of grass and every leaf so green
Stories of the ages can be seen
Here the heart finds solace and grace
In this timeless sacred place
The wind it sings a song of olden days
Guiding weary pilgrims on their ways
Rays of sunlight kiss the ground so divine
In this holy haven all things intertwine