| In the deluge of the dream making night I often wonder where you are As I go through the green color maze and into the morning light I feel Gentle winds soothe my restless soul Again For it's you I feel and behold I'm going down to the river I say I'm going soon Seeking a turn at waters bend hours of time I spend Knowing only of dreams I've never let lore I begin to pass through a door I've never seen before Opening finding myself in this beautiful place Amid natures' gentle lace Along the floor of the Rainbow Forest where the stately elm grow A seed I did sow in earthly ground for it was here I found A peaceful place to write with grace . |
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