Hazy Acres

In your hands as a windy moment 

Fear to lose the chance as you know the storm will take it away 

If you forget to pay attention 

Outside forces shaking the perimeter of your interior 

Let it not be they have a say 

To determine what will happen 

As we open the hands that hold it 

It can fly if we wait

Watching 

As we already know we will never escape 

Unless the trust grows deeper than a young root 

Further down then the surface where all can see

A belief that will float to the top and be naturally visible 

Shifting rock while shifting a great wild life 

Then it becomes aligned in the night 

To the day 

Through a sound 

And the faces that arrive as their own

Witness