I awake to the sweet scent of the flowers,
Knee deep in the glories that
Spring from the ground.
No worries at all of wet April showers.
I listen to the stories from
The creatures I’ve found.
Or maybe they found me.
Fearless to the fate of me in the tomorrow.
I’ll wander on my crooked path,
One foot after the other.
Can’t pack a case with wet clothes of sorrow.
They’ll just weigh me down, so
Why should I bother?
Over the yonder and down to the blue,
That’s where there’s an angel
Stars in her eyes.
She’ll sing me a song, the words will be new.
We’ll drink to the earth as
We stare wide at the skies.