Down that road no one will follow
Take my hand and run with me to the end
The beauty of the earth is seen in Your eyes
The colors taken from Your iris
Reflections shimmer in the puddlesLeft by the unruly clouds above us
Down this road we step to the rhythm of the earth
Becoming one with the grass and soil
The beauty of the earth is seen in Your eyes
The colors taken from Your iris
Promising aromas replenish the breeze
Sweeping our thoughts and wonders around Like the seeds off a dandelion
Someday-- the beauty of the earth will envelop our mortal soul
Leaving our bones and flesh as dust amongst the breeze...
--amy swansonP.S. thank you mr. randolph :]
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