Your light wanted to lift
My tears to Heaven, one at the time,
But my grief was not ready to leave
And became rain instead,
Giving its lessons back to earth
And making flowers grow
And shallow lakes deepen.
Every life is a Spring,
A hopeful and fragile thing,
With heavy rains and sunny days,
Our life in every breath.
So new and curious and strange
The path is laid before us,
Yet willfully we bend and push
Our spirit in every step.
Perhaps it is you who create the world you desire,
Perhaps there is no need looking for it outside of yourself.
Maybe you have always carried what you have been looking for
With you, and all you had to do was live it.