We are born
a storybook unfolds
silent memory
song without words
morning glory
light and color
spirits of place and time
See!
a house on a hill
street of cobblestone
the gate is green
blue the hydrangeas
cherry blossom snowflakes
And we children
lying on cool grass
under summer skies
wispy sky angels
passing around the world
and back again
And we
waiting for starlight, star bright
Come in now
it's getting late!
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