Day beamed true.. blue sky and shore.. minstrel song of free.. peace.. a loss or win.. paths whirl to spin.. a dream must be..
Betrayer once a friend good.. yet sad memories remain.. damage seen on greedy roads.. to heart.. trust of the brain..
Lean this way.. explore ‘all that’ felt true may come to go.. shine aglow beside dreamworlds who must abide the flow..
White Oak roots astride the pride of royalty control.. sat to lean against Oak bark.. felt thoughts straight to my soul..
Social? thought my mind to find when would we understand?.. roots witness with clouds and sun.. what fortifies the land..
Speaking in a dream my sense.. awake as evermore.. nothing ever truly lost once passed thru learning’s door..
White Oak solid felt my back.. birds song free and true.. a love fulfilled.. dreamworld.. and thrills.. peace long overdue..
Social path of laughter wrath.. trail of soul won’t deny.. each drop or lift in truth your gift.. love lovers blameless sky..
Moments of your soul.. fated peace.. to meet love free..
Should you hear songs living love.. come sing your song to me..