THE WIND, THE CLOUDS, AND TALL PINE TREES...
Tomorrow
will become another
yesterday,
... and we shall move on.
Each
as we shall discover,
are alone beneath the Wind
and the Clouds
and the tall Pines of forever.
We touch
with words
and remember ourselves
when we touch
another.
Time
has given us a home.
Here,
where blood is blood,
... and color
is bits
... of a rainbow
that dreamed itself
upon itself,
and created a home.
A home for
For all of us
and for Freedom,
smiling
... smiling!
.... as we gather our hearts
together, as one,
and share.