She’s that cedar-wood that you will rarely find. . Oh spicey, icy..
Her eyes be so divine.
Chocolate skin beauty – all her leaves so nutrient and fruity…
Will you touch her tree. . .
it’s – a comfort breeze. . .
The mountains of Lebanon are shaded by her. . .her roots are
digging in the waters – tapping on to earth . . .protector
of lovers, eccentric undercover… A warrior inside of her – as she electrifies the universe.
She’s that Cedar-wood that you will rarely find..
Oh spicey, Icy.. her eyes be so divine..
Majesty is her presence..
Strength is her essence..
Firm.. is her knowing – they wanna copy her – Too bad –
They try and cut her down…
God called them all beserk.
They tried to burn her down, then nature heard – The Spirits of Light came and warred – Yes, they govern her core.
Cedars are the purifiers resistent to rot, their beings are the living fire… babies in their cot.
They are called to ignite – cleansing, healing, praying in providence..
The dreams and The visions are all her covenant.
She’s that Cedarwood – that you will rarely find…
Oh Spicy, Icy – her eyes be so divine.