The woods beckon tonight;
think it just might be what is needed...
Beneath sky and stars
the cosmic traveler
writing by the light of the Moon
Will morning come too soon
or will the Night, Dawn and Day
blend in glistening watercolors
washed by the morning dew?
The fog is stirring among the ferns,
stretching its arms
and flexing its fingers
around the hanging vines,
shrouding trees older than this Nation?
Let the Dawn before the Sunrise
bring new light to my eyes
Let First Light stay bright,
illuminating fear and lies
Let each new day be full
of wonder and surprise
Let me see the World in its true colors
but not run or shield my eyes
A hand gets burned at every turn;
you may forgive but you cannot learn
...if you forget...
09-15-10
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