"EARTH"

In my dreams i see the trees
where the fruit is ripe and all so sweet
One body lying naked on a alter of stone
And shes waiting for sacerfice
With all her hopes to grow
And as a chill from the mountains
Cools the valleys below
I see in my breams this place I should go
Over and over the dreams reappear
A constant reminder and a vision I choose to call
My sacred place