You can survive with a heart of stone,
Though you're never sure who's side the sun is on,
The unsureness is what brings the tilt to my smile,
Not of fear but of pleasure; turned being scared, into being the flower with a lost feather,
Into feeling loved but not by anything in particular,
The outreach of Mother Earth is like mountains in the galaxy,
With a touch of sky, at night time the stars collide,
Your heart filled with pride and bravery,
Your blood remains still as the trees walk by,
Wins of the fall, dirt cool as redwood shade;
Heart of a lover, the beat at his own pace,
Stems band on top of mushroom fields, while the children of the sun move with the horizon,
Smile for rain, glance for clouds and look up to the indigenous grounds,
That's where my heart is at,
Where I sit on top of rocks and communicate with the current of the river,
Flow of love, soul of sound