CHOICE
Along a winding road
If no one paints the land, will we still have bees, if the flowers don't fix us with delight, will the stars still shine so bright, if no one mends the trees, will we still have leaves and breeze, if fruit went sour, within the hour, would tides stand still, would the clouds want payment for the rain, would ideas and tears and fears fall in vain.
If the land can't hold back the sea, and fish could fly with ease, would flowers swim, and oceans brim, with pesticides and flowers. If dogs could talk, and cats could walk, would mice get jobs, and chimps turn knobs, to bring us news and music on the hour.
If the sky should fall, would forests rust and deserts bloom with icy crust. Would life recoil till the small and meek came from the soil. If bacteria got big, would they put on suits and wigs, then make us dance their merry jig.
If I bought a dream on faith and trust, would water turn to dust. Would everything I believe dissolve into uncertainty, would I be shaken and stirred, would my fists fly in rage, or celebrate a brand new day. Will change make free, the chains in you and me.
I feel the sting of love, when all I want is peace, a piece of you and me. Stay well and love, constant, all else can shift and change and re-arrange.
From "The Book That Dreams"
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CHOICE
Along a winding road
If no one paints the land, will we still have bees, if the flowers don't fix us with delight, will the stars still shine so bright, if no one mends the trees, will we still have leaves and breeze, if fruit went sour, within the hour, would tides stand still, would the clouds want payment for the rain, would ideas and tears and fears fall in vain.
If the land can't hold back the sea, and fish could fly with ease, would flowers swim, and oceans brim, with pesticides and flowers. If dogs could talk, and cats could walk, would mice get jobs, and chimps turn knobs, to bring us news and music on the hour.
If the sky should fall, would forests rust and deserts bloom with icy crust. Would life recoil till the small and meek came from the soil. If bacteria got big, would they put on suits and wigs, then make us dance their merry jig.
If I bought a dream on faith and trust, would water turn to dust. Would everything I believe dissolve into uncertainty, would I be shaken and stirred, would my fists fly in rage, or celebrate a brand new day. Will change make free, the chains in you and me.
I feel the sting of love, when all I want is peace, a piece of you and me. Stay well and love, constant, all else can shift and change and re-arrange.
From "The Book That Dreams"
www.flickr.com/photos/grantpf/sets/72157645858718951
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission.