Rouse the Earth
Pull back the blanket of fallen leaves
And expose the Earth’s naked form again
Expose the earth’s naked form again
So she can wake up and begin to rise
She wakes up and begins to rise
Thawing each soul trapped in winter’s shadow
Thawed souls freed from winter’s shadow
New lives, born from her bed of detritus
Pure lives rising from their beds of detritus
With a stirring cry of celebration
Even the sun cries in celebration
As the Earth rallies against winter’s grasp
As she rallies against winter’s cold grasp
Earth pulls back her blanket of fallen leaves