Lisen Mann

In the rhythm of life a vibration begins,
Musical sounds twirl where healing spins.

Each season she listens, absorbs the call,
The heart hears a whisper absorbing it all.

Rap, Rap, Rap, a vibration on the street,
A beat in the body where the future will meet.

In a human orchestra, branches blend and sway,
Life is shared deeply with each growing day.

Urban to rural the shift is profound,
An 80 acre farm where wisdom is found. 

Vineyards of relationships, roots that intertwine,
Failures come and go and new ones define.

The land humbles, expands and releases each breath,
It teaches life’s rhythms of suffering and death.

In forests of courage and fields of fear,
The pulse of humility bows and endears. 

A process of healing, a song to embrace,
Connecting it all in this sacred space.