When the wind blows, the sky glows.
Then the trees move in an ever longing fashion
I feel the breeze against my skin and suddenly
It takes me to eternal passion.
I have trust in all that surrounds
and feel the earth as one
the need for peace it hounds and hounds
but still we pretend it’s done.
All is won in our minds eye
but we now know better
to keep a watchful one
because she’ll steal your life if you let her.
It’s all in our heads, so they say
and peace will prevail someday
that day, I pray comes soon, for we
can’t afford to loose another precious moment.
I see the trees, they are free, just like you and me are meant to be.