| Walking A Song Forests are growing Seeds are sowing Light shining through the leaves. I’m walking a song And singing along Knowing I’m where I should be. The trees were burned But Life returned And the song of a bird is for free. The bud is doomed When the flower blooms But everything’s as it should be. Butterflies flying Without even trying Sun shining on you and me. There’s nothing to hold While my dreams unfold Into everything that they can be. Pt. Reyes Nancy Hover June 2005 |