I love the song cool grass and clovers
plays between my toes
and the weight on my shoulders
that nobody knows
has a song of its own
when i come to this sanctuary
the discordant notes fall into place
with the harmony of water through rocks
it sings and soothes the knots in my back
which are not to unlike the knots on this tree
and twisted roots
severed limbs and
severed lives
tied together
with clever lies
but stop
and listen
there is music yet...
trees played softly by wind
the hands and fingers pulled down
to caress the pool of our thoughts
the surface is broken by a solitary leaf
and ripples are born to carry away sorrows
now there is no need to mourn
because i can finally see hope in tomorrow.
