• clear skies and wind chimes
    hear the children singing
    trances and dances
    preformed by the stream
    feel the breeze through your fingers
    swinging by the trees
    cracking branches
    boyscout badges
    it's just not what it seems
    voices call through the night
    under the moonlight
    you hear them speak your name
    and your never the same
    its all nature's game
    an ongoing chain
    dreams come, a steady drum
    plays the distance
    some some strike me dumb
    an undefinable cadence
    will I ever see the day
    when we understand