"Soften Your Way"
There’s a path by the wood in my dreaming,
Grown over with grass and vine.
Silky new threads shine streaming,
Spun early with dewdrops they shine.
There’s a stream in this rocky winding,
Curving closely, just out of sight.
The trickle of life somehow finding
Its path both in shadow and light.
There’s a breeze in the trees above me,
Like a breath from the cool of a cloud.
It whispers a secret softly,
With words never spoken out loud.
“Mellow your heart just a little;
Let the way of the wood have its way.”
The summer-soft sounds speak a riddle
With unspoken voices they say…
“Soften your way on the pathway;
Step gently past ancient-grown trees.
More careful your way on the pathway,
Like the waters, the woods, and the breeze.”
Written by joneslj3
© Sept. 2005
There’s a path by the wood in my dreaming,
Grown over with grass and vine.
Silky new threads shine streaming,
Spun early with dewdrops they shine.
There’s a stream in this rocky winding,
Curving closely, just out of sight.
The trickle of life somehow finding
Its path both in shadow and light.
There’s a breeze in the trees above me,
Like a breath from the cool of a cloud.
It whispers a secret softly,
With words never spoken out loud.
“Mellow your heart just a little;
Let the way of the wood have its way.”
The summer-soft sounds speak a riddle
With unspoken voices they say…
“Soften your way on the pathway;
Step gently past ancient-grown trees.
More careful your way on the pathway,
Like the waters, the woods, and the breeze.”
Written by joneslj3
© Sept. 2005
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