Discover A New Perspective
Mist on the mountain
A veil of eternal spring,
Brings home to me; all
Wind fills fields of grass,
a sea of strands or water;
Falls with the clear rain
The foot of a mountain grows tall.
The peak of a man grows short.
Spring rain washes the dust,
Birds float from tree to tree; see
The dust washes rain
Flowers on the trees
do blossom for a day,
Though trees stand; always
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
