Many find ecstasy in glasses of whiskey
Drowning their sins in gin and tonic
Dancing to the gait of cabaret dancers
Lighting a smoke, shortening the rope

A walk in the woods in the bosoms of the trees
The joyous rhythm in the tossing of flowers
God has gifted me the power
To appreciate every solitary hour

In this short life
Share
Your precious time with others

I wish I could escape to forests
Live among the trees and sacred flowers
The breeze rustles through the many leaves
Searching for sunlight through the canopy

I'm still searching for clusters of the light
I miss the chatter of my people
The desolate highway, once a river
Houses clusters of streetlamps and chrome birds

Soil enriched by lichens for million eons
This place once held us for a brief moment
It is red with blood of my ancestors
Yet, they are alive in the Grand canyon

She was beautiful
With flowers in her hair
Drenched in the rain

I tried to depend on you
Feel more than I could
Now all I have left
Is what I used to be

Drained of color
Void of life
Emptied of water and sun
A flower cannot grow freely

I heard you sing
I saw you dance
I knew about your beauty
When I saw you with my eyes
Your eyes told me I had a chance