
sunrise through the trees
not all the leaves have turned gold
let it be enough

sunrise through the trees
not all the leaves have turned gold
let it be enough

first rain in a month
another splash of color
food for the journey

not much to look at
no places to lay their heads
home for some last night

the life from within
strong enough to carry on
even without care

what eyes cannot see
is gleaned through both mind and heart
truth and love as one