The great star rises over the horizon in his full glory.
Waking the land of people and places.
Birds sing, folks swing, and the leaves dance in the breeze.
I would like to live in that place,
the land of warmth and connection.
Yet, I am stuck here.
In a place of past glory,
Old wonders,
and elder forests.
The roots of history have wrapped their tendrils around my feet.
I want to go away, into the light my bright future.
Still, my struggles mean nothing in this ancient land.
It wants to me to stay.
The sun's nation, how wonderful it must be.
So many people I want to meet.
Somehow, I cannot get free
The past needs me,
my kind heart,
the woods call my name.
No comments:
Post a Comment