We walk through fields and valleys
life moves us along as the wind blows
choosing our place between beauty and peace
we greet each storm with hope.
Colors invade the space of our senses
crafting a universe of all we see,
for choosing light through darkest clouds
we break through to find
a new and clear open horizon,
a course to chart and find
with each continued step along the way.
We close our eyes and listen
as words are said and we give it meaning
understanding when it is time to move on,
leave behind the ditches and mire
climbing out with lended hand
we reach out to grasp on to what we know
and leave the decay behind
as the shadows cry on
still muttering away about it all,
we smile and break free
flying high on a life of peace
in dancing flowers of hues too many to count,
we take our place
watching the clouds move
through the light of today.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 