Plain But warm-hearted to the core I’m telling you My palms will grow trees Eventually
Smiling In a self-mocking way I’m telling you Hope is raising off the earth like heat off sun-baked pavement
Up and up and Up
Peering Up from the tree house You still might squint your eyes in disbelief But I’m telling you Life is a gift strong as a ship of steel and has just knocked me of my feet. How lovely this defeat.