Discover A New Perspective
A mountain grows tall
Trees of green grow like hair;
In eternal spring
Belief; dreams in passing,
Wind comes down from the mountain
I am at peace
Dreams flow in water
Clear waters run shallow
The river flows bright
In the belief hides in death,
Its joke chuckles with a smile
In death hides life
Tasting blueberries
Under the trees of pine I sleep
The wind breathes in; out
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...
