A Path

Across a trickling brook pour waterfalls by grassland skies                                                                Here lies the scene reborn                                                                                                       summer dreams that never ask for more                                                                                     than life can give to love

On beds of clover under Sycamore                                                                                              Sun-flakes through seedpods pour                                                                                                     Hearts, silent lie in wait to redeem                                                                                            the dream with open gate

Lying here as summer never ends                                                                                                                  along with hope and faith                                                                                                      bring much more to life than simple fate                                                                            instead falling for a happy laugh                                                                                        blesses all to find their path