First in 20 years...
The sun is rising, the shadows fleeing.
And with the new day another chance
to come alive instead of just being.
Walk in the light, let the spirit advance.
In the place wood sprites would gather and dance
is an abundance of of life, quick and still.
Seeking a goal greater than endurance.
Reaching a dream, possible to fulfill.
This magical glad lies over a hill
with no trail, a grade difficult and steep.
Finding it becomes a matter of will.
And for sorrow or joy we will weep.
In saddness and sorrow does the soul burn
And in joy, Phoenix like, it does return.
And with the new day another chance
to come alive instead of just being.
Walk in the light, let the spirit advance.
In the place wood sprites would gather and dance
is an abundance of of life, quick and still.
Seeking a goal greater than endurance.
Reaching a dream, possible to fulfill.
This magical glad lies over a hill
with no trail, a grade difficult and steep.
Finding it becomes a matter of will.
And for sorrow or joy we will weep.
In saddness and sorrow does the soul burn
And in joy, Phoenix like, it does return.