If....
Perchance
You happen to traverse all the seven hills
And the five blue stones
Shining aquamarine
If
It happens
There will be flowers growing on the side of the highway
And wheels on the road
Finding direction

I'm watching the way the wind
Plays with the flowers that grow on the side of the highway
The clouds delight to see
Dancing petals
Caressing breeze

If....
Perhaps
My world that separates me will be made smaller
By my love that grows
Becoming wings
If
It happens
You shuffle through my country and stumble through my town
These streets won't be made of concrete
And they won't feel so cold

I know in summer heat
There will always be flowers growing on the side of the highway
Only so your eyes can see
Myriad colors
Carried on a zephyr