Clouds descend
on grass grown wild
Tall and grand lush in hand
They bend in air as man in prayer
I’m weaving through
trying to get to you
I’m running past birds of dawn
They sing like heaven
they’re leading on
Yet I don’t see
slow motioned wings
Like gold in sun
how it could be won
White as snow
silk feathered doves
Eternal glow they easily know
That life is grand in all its shapes
Whether it gives
whether it takes
That I am you you are me and
Loving grace can set us free
From sprinting
far above beyond
Being our own
strong magic wand