Veiled skies and dancing sun
lay low above hearts undone
In streams of orange and sprays of red
It rises there just overhead

The gifted light we often miss
Since we are certain it just exists
and believe it shall always be
taking for granted what we see

Yet we wander in barren streets
the path provided at our feet
We carry the burden of those before
and the peace of pastures we ignore

When will it stop or even slow down?
Can we take time to just look around?
Humble hearts are touched by the wind
and hope finds those who look within