Every evening sky, an invitation,
To trace the patterned stars,
And early in July, a celebration,
For freedom that is ours,
And I notice You,
In children's games,
In those who watch them from the shade,
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder,
You are summer...


And even when the trees have just surrendered,
To the harvest time,
Forfeiting their leaves in late September,
And sending us inside,
Still I notice You when change begins,
And I am braced for colder winds,
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come,
You are autumn...


And everything in time and under heaven,
Finally falls asleep,
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation,
Shivers underneath,
And still I notice you,
When branches crack,
And in my breath on frosted glass,
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter,
You are winter...


And everything that's new has bravely surfaced,
Teaching us to breathe,
What was frozen through is newly purposed,
Turning all things green.
So it is with You,
And how You make me new,
With every season's change,
And so it will be,
As You are re-creating me:
Summer, autumn, winter, spring.

New life springs forward and takes hold of this old planet,
Old beings die,
They can no longer handle it,
Leaves bud,
Fresh infants cry,
The fall is done,
You’ve landed,
In a patch of life,
Petals are stranded,
There will be no more strife.

My hands allowed this head to hang back,
and her arms were of an awakened soul.
Sun rays haloed her body,
and so it felt Ceremonial.

She looked to me, though still, leading the way.
she'd gone, changed the day and changed her time.
so, as we prepared to walk the line
we held each other and closed our eyes.

Walking in the sand
Seems so bland
leaving footprints where we stand

It doesnt matter what we say
it will all get washed away
but its our DNA

Its in memories
In the stories
that hides our queries

The little one
that will run
when we are done

The footprints in the sand
of a little boys hand
who will go up to be a man