Holding strong while the world doth sink
Below the realms of human kind
Dissolving much of human mind
Walking hand in hand.
Papa Pan is oh so Green
Setting colors for each new scene
For a new play of the heart
Where each of us will play our part
Lines are steady
Playing heart to heart.
Mamma Tink is spreading Light
For each new scene the light is bright
Shining so that Pan can see
The shadow behind every tree
Answering the Call
Revealing Eye to Eye.
Together now the Pan and Tink
Know just what the humans think
Those thoughts of fearful happenings
Must dissolve into the heart and sing
Being One in All.