We walk through fields and valleys

life moves us along as the wind blows

choosing our place between beauty and peace

we greet each storm with hope.

Colors invade the space of our senses

crafting a universe of all we see,

for choosing light through darkest clouds

we break through to find

a new and clear open horizon,

a course to chart and find

with each continued step along the way.

We close our eyes and listen

as words are said and we give it meaning

understanding when it is time to move on,

leave behind the ditches and mire

climbing out with lended hand

we reach out to grasp on to what we know

and leave the decay behind

as the shadows cry on

still muttering away about it all,

we smile and break free

flying high on a life of peace

in dancing flowers of hues too many…