Let me float as our lives
break the mould of plastic lies,
and brought me back to
open fires.
A glimpse of life,
the star scattered night,
laid flat out right in nature’s shrine.
What is this strife without
the fight? But in nature
we will confide.
Between the leaves of
ancient trees; distant
worlds with no concrete.
**** the life of roadside
dreams. Let’s sing for
worlds of hope and peace.
Between the busyness of western life, there are fields full of life yet to be explored.