I live in a land where rabbits roam the streets and cause men to dream
of moonlight nights and lovers walking hand in hand near mountain streams;
where ravens cross the charcoal sky and single blades of grass do sing
so sweetly when winter’s bite is long forgotten
like the lesson I was taught in
I live in a land where painted skies live in my eyes and in my heart
like blossoms that were never forgotten in the planter box that we did start.
I live in a land of love; my heart holds a velvet glove; my hand is open, my soul is hoping
that what I live is what I give.
And every day,
whisper the rabbits and ravens,
“Kiss her. It’s all worth saving.”