There's a place in my heart
for the song of my soul
about moving on
and letting go

Young; we float
like milkweed spores
from the places we
all were born

and drift away
from the bed we made
in the home of our forebears
that once they gave

Now the seed
on snow white wings
flies to meet
unknown things

until it lands and releases
forever its hopes to soar
And until its seed
begins to rise once more

There a shelter and life new
grows in time sure and true
and there the winds pull tender seeds
far away from me

I watch in wonder
and in open pain
as I bend low
and wither away

This is the cycle
of letting go
This is the mystery
of the life we know