Stem the flow won't make it grow.

Stem the flow won't make it grow.

Of what is the spirit made?

Coiled and yearning

The seed will rise,

Bringing beauty

For our eyes.

Nestled in the earth

Bosom and the womb,

Fractured other death

Leaving now that tomb.

Growing in silence

A heart to tend,

The master gardener

Will be a friend.

Guiding into light

The jaded heart,

Showing this lonely seed

Just where to start.

What is worth living for?

Destined to be alive

A spirit rises high,

Founded first upon

Rock beneath the sky.

Warmth and wind

Caress this lonely place,

Put smiles across

Her spirits face.

Full of hope

The gentleness rises,

A new experience

Brings such great surprises.

Wonders now beheld

In her full amount,

To breath of joy

Is what will count.

Of what is truth?

Standing by someone

To share the dawn,

Full of animated life

Is why we're born.

Knowing how real

It feels to run,

Tender the memories,

Of the setting sun.

Being a friend

To be counted strong,

Having the courage

To share that song.

To stand up tall

And defend the small,

Is this not value

Giving worth at all?

What is worth dying for?

Finding a reason

To believe in truth,

Giving a future

For our blessed youth.

Holding a hand

Of those we cared,

And being remembered

For how we shared.

The spirit lived

In such a worthy way,

Full of kindness

Each and every day.

And our every act

We had given free,

Yes my friends

That's the way to be!

Love, only love.!

J