One day I’ll realize the mountain I’ve been looking at for years, is merely a hill
One day I’ll notice that someone has always been searching for me.
One day I’ll describe life in a way That accentuates and revitalizes hope.
One day tears of sadness will be tears of joy, and the droplets will symbolize peace.

I empathize with the beauty others see, but never notice it shining on me.
I could could change my name many times, but never shed a leaf,
I look for God in waterfalls, I find many friends in trees.
Yet I only receive in answer, in the distant, whispering, breeze.