In writing it fades
What do we really love?
Grass tingling under the feet
A crisp pleasant breeze passing by
Now it is here and now it is gone.
That quaint shop round the corner
The old man sitting on a bench sipping his tea and reading the paper over his glasses
The crazy dancing at a party
That look of recognition from the warmth of association of years
The trees in your yard growing taller yet suppler like wise old men bending over
The sweet smelling smell of mud and the rain that splatters
The sight of never ending landscapes with not a man in sight
The shopping malls at Christmas with shiny wrapped gifts and the smell of bread and cookies
Crowds hugging and cheering on a common bond
The glow of new found love after a wonderful time together
Children playing running and scuttling about with not a care in the world
There is in life much more...
Now it is here, now it is gone
And then there is the memory of that goodness
That love, that freedom, that peace
Just being the 'BE'
Bringing it back to you like it's real all over again.
Now it is here yet now it is gone
From this twisted knot of what we love
The beautiful dance of the fairies and unicorns is born.
What do we really love?
Grass tingling under the feet
A crisp pleasant breeze passing by
Now it is here and now it is gone.
That quaint shop round the corner
The old man sitting on a bench sipping his tea and reading the paper over his glasses
The crazy dancing at a party
That look of recognition from the warmth of association of years
The trees in your yard growing taller yet suppler like wise old men bending over
The sweet smelling smell of mud and the rain that splatters
The sight of never ending landscapes with not a man in sight
The shopping malls at Christmas with shiny wrapped gifts and the smell of bread and cookies
Crowds hugging and cheering on a common bond
The glow of new found love after a wonderful time together
Children playing running and scuttling about with not a care in the world
There is in life much more...
Now it is here, now it is gone
And then there is the memory of that goodness
That love, that freedom, that peace
Just being the 'BE'
Bringing it back to you like it's real all over again.
Now it is here yet now it is gone
From this twisted knot of what we love
