(text-colour:white)[ [[Water]] [[running]] [[through]] [[the wood]]
[[Birds]] [[sing]] and [[fly]] [[overhead]]
[[Wind]] rustles the [[leaves]] [[above]]
The [[grass]] will [[dance]] to the [[song]]
And the [[flowers]] will [[follow]]
[[Animals]] [[watch]] and [[listen]]
[[Life]] is the best [[gift]] we have]Water catches setting sun
In its ripples, it is known.
Covers rocks like a blanket,
made of babbling blue and white.
Dip your hair inside the lake.
Let it seep into your skin.
Let it follow you and live.
Running away won't help you.
Running away won't save you.
Running away won't soothe you.
Running away won't aid you.
Running away won't still you.
Running away just shames you.
Don't run. Face whatever comes to you.Through are my days of sorrow.
Now are my days of laughter.
Ignore stress for tomorrow.
The future doesn't matter.
Joy can't ever be borrowed.
It can't be returned after.
Focus on the present joy.The wood of this single house
holds so many memories
Holds many drawings from crayons
Holds many posters of bands
Holds many stains from cooking
Holds many holes from anger
Holds everything a house can.
Birds nest in the tree outside,
right in front of the window.
Three little eggs sit inside,
tiny blue eggs with freckles.
Cradled with sticks and feathers
I look and wait for the day
These cardinal eggs will wake up.
Sing a song to me, lover.
Let me hear your gentle voice.
Pet my hair and sing to me.
Let me rest on your shoulder.
Sing about anything, love.
The lyrics do not matter.
Only the sound of your voice.Fly away with me, my bird.
Take my hand and lets go soar.
Let's find a place of our own.
Let's make a nest in a tree,
let's settle for a moment,
then keep flying, find our way
Just us. Cardinal and blue jay.Overhead I see a hawk.
Wings spread, soaring in the sky.
What are you looking for, friend?
What waits for you on the road?
You know there's no food out here.
Are you flying to find home?
Or flying to say hello?
Wind blows in my thick dark hair
as I drive down the highway.
The sun setting behind me,
shades on, radio on blast.
For the first time since winter,
I can finally smile.
Wish this could be forever.
Leaves are little reminders
That good things come to an end:
Leaves leave their tree and they fall
To the dirt, to wait for snow
Now that autumn's waning fast.
Better times were in the spring,
If only spring could still last.
Above the core, sits the dirt.
Above the dirt, sits the grass.
Above the grass, sits the trunk.
Above the trunk, sits the tree.
Above the tree, sits the leaves.
Above the tree, sits the sky.
Above the sky? Well... who knows?Grass tickles my feet as I
make my way to the forest.
I see her there, my dear friend,
the *Ursa horribilis*.
She greets me with a bear hug,
then we head down to the lake,
to share the sun and salmon.Dance alone inside your room.
Pretend the floors aren't creeking.
Right now, the world's not watching,
it's just you and the music.
Tomorrow you'll go back out
and pretend that you do not
dance alone inside your room.
A song can say so much in
such a short ammount of time.
Three minutes, nineteen seconds
of lyrics that fit so well.
Three minutes, nineteen seconds
to express my love to you
in a way that words can't do.Flowers bow their petal heads
to the butterfly that rests
upon their anthers so still.
Wings of orange that gently flap
and carry more love to them.
They smile and thank the creature
for the joy it brings to all.Follow the rabbit as it
runs and jumps through the thick wood.
Sit with the rabbit as it
grazes in your garden bed.
Sleep with the rabbit as it
cuddles its young for safety.
Wake, and smile with the rabbit.We're all animals, aren't we?
Is that why we're all so close?
Why we all feel love and sing?
Why we all feel fear and shake?
Why we all have hearts that beat?
Why we all have souls that yearn?
Why we all see each other?Watch the years fly right on by.
Remember the face of her?
The little girl, all grown up?
She's taller now, smarter now,
But her face is still the same.
Now I get the saying, "Time
flies in the blink of an eye."Listen closely to the wind.
Hear the whispers that it spins?
Only talks when tension's high,
when life seems to pass you by.
Go outside and just stand still,
you'll hear the voice. Yes, you will.
Great advice for you, will it spill.
Life has a meaning, of course.
Some say it is to make cash,
some say it is to feel joy,
some say to love and be loved,
and some say to procreate.
I think the purpose of life
is to just make up your own.An orchestra plays loudly.
A song of life and of What a gift it is to love
What a gift it is to sing
What a gift it is to cry
What a gift it is to smile
What a gift it is to make
What a gift it is to see
What a gift it is to be