
the half moon rising
through a tree half full of leaves
soon we’ll all be gone

the half moon rising
through a tree half full of leaves
soon we’ll all be gone

the eyes of the heart
seeing the signs of the time
choose the path of life
across fallow fields
through the waning autumn light
deer grazing carefree

ever wonder how
rainbows get up in the sky –
stairway to heaven

wind rushing through trees
pulling off the driest leaves
will fall have color
letting expectations go
peace in accepting the real