There’s a silence in this morning
When the sky forgets to speak
And the rivers trace old stories
In a language soft and deep
We were children of the fire
Running wild beneath the stars
But we left behind the embers
In the corners of our hearts

Can you hear the whispers in the wind
Telling tales of where we’ve been?
Footpronts fading in the sand
Echoes held in weathered hands

It’s not too late to start again
Just breathe it in, and let it mend
The Planet remembers everything

We build towers out of wonder
Made of steel and borrowed dreams
But forget the gentle thunder
In the hush between the leaves
Still the roots are holding stories
And the oceans keep the time
If we listen close enough
We might hear the ancient rhyme

Can you hear the whispers in the wind
Telling tales of where we’ve been?
Footprints fading in the sand
Echoes held in weathered hands
It’s not too late to start again
Just breathe it in, and let it mend
The Planet remembers everything

Not a warning, not a cry
Just a hush beneath the sky
It’s a promise wrapped in green
In everything we’ve ever seen

Can you hear the whispers in the wind
Soft as where the world begins?
Touch the soil, feel the flame
Call the stars by their old names
It’s not too late to start again
Reach for more than what has been
The Planet remembers everything