Wouldn't it be simple
Wouldn't it be simple:
The soprano song of tick and tock
Joining low, the grandfather clock.
Foam caps dancing on hungry sea
Woofwoofdog and buzzbuzzbee.
Shard of sunlight, burst of breeze
Twisting water and bowing trees.
Flowers bobbing on lakes of grass,
Know who you are, no looking-glass.
Vanity swoons as it drifts and flies
On downy clouds in crimson skies.
Rolling hills Earth's shoulder blades
Milky moon as daylight fades.
Hatred a splinter of the past
Jars of moments, hopes that last.
Wars just words torn in a cloud
Melt before they're read aloud.
New song, new dance, new words, new themes,
Anger lost forgotten dreams.
Raindrops land as silver kisses
Sky painted with turquoise wishes.
Dancing wind and feathered wing
Stop to hear the skylarks sing.
Sinking back into a sheltered land
Our futures held in a grain of sand.
To hold our heads high, look back and say
If I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.
