In the meadow of goldenrod

 Happiness is the wealth of the poor.
Hanging tight in the simple warmth of sun
The spill through the thin glass of the window.
The smile of the clouds stretching glory
Over the cotton candy morning sky. 
I can feel the change of the decade swim by. 

Fingers trace against the bark of a tree
Rough and cool, its ancient roots string a web
Ancestry lines drum through its trunk, singing of better days.
Let this be a muse in adventure.
Even standing still, you can stretch high.
Stealing pieces of the sky.

Roads are only man made to derail the dreamer
Exploring the dusty path in a foggy night dream
Discovering the secrets that are hardly seen
And only at times do I still feel like a lost child.
Hang tight around a blanket, looking for safety.
When are we allowed to feel human, and not post.
Kick off your shoes and stay awhile.

It's always less complicated, than you're giving it credit for.
The mind blocks are illusions that a society has fed you for too long. 
Hungry for blame, hungry for direction, You forget to dust off your fire.
Burning beneath the mask, is a spirit raw and wild. 
Holding the hand of that small child.
You still see in your reflection. 

Paint me my soul with goldenrod and wind.
Sing to me in the tune of sweet grass kissing the twilight of sky.
Let me lay in the meadow of solitude. Where I am to be nothing but a stem of a flower.
As I lay in the clarity of the moth bitten member of society
I pray to rejoin the simplicity of the dirt and gravity.

Lectured by the murder of crows that hang above.
Cackling at the worry, that should no longer linger.
Its only life, why must you follow it along with such serious chaos.
In the end of a night, we all lay our heads, 
In the end of a life, we all close our eyes.
Wake up in the drifting shadow of energy
Floating beneath the atmosphere of wonder.
I will follow my desire to wander.

Fingers trace against the bark of a tree
Rough and cool, its ancient roots string a web
Ancestry lines drum through its trunk, singing of better days.
Let this be a muse in adventure.
Even standing still, you can stretch high.
Stealing pieces of the sky.