Walking On The Ceiling Of The Sky
Inside a seed
A thread of life winds oh so aimlessly
From breech to breech
And in between
To rise
And blossom oh so gently toward the sky
To catch the eye
Of passersby
The colors fade
Into duller days
With bleak terrain
Life will bloom so delicately
Right before our eyes we see it clearly
Passing time slips oh so quickly
Out from under rolling skies
Inside a seed
A thread of life winds oh so aimlessly
From breech to breech
And in between
To rise
And blossom oh so gently toward the sky
To catch the eye
Of passersby
The colors fade
Into duller days
With bleak terrain
When a cycle strays
From dark alleys
For fear of change
Tides will rise while mountains crumble
In the end the earth will tremble
Life will bloom so delicately
Right before our eyes we see it clearly
Passing time slips oh so quickly
Out from under rolling skies
And we’ll resign
To the dirt to reside
‘til the earth can unwind
And stand still for all time…