I am a wayfarer

As Autumn leaves, spring passes by, all clock hands move, and it arrives, those azure reflections in my eyes, my summer sky, my summer sky.

As I walk northwest by north, in the morning rise, without shoes, I travel barefoot in your aurora, my mother earth, my mother earth.

As the sun rises in the east, orange and red drift into blue, above me flies a bird, her feathers shimmer in the mid-morning hue, as I watch her free forest fly, with her tears, I cry, as the colors remind me of you.

I am the wayfarer she is the bird, I am on foot, she is by sky, I will walk, and she by feather, and together we will journey in this summer heather.

In the sweet afternoon air, we become nostalgic, and within these summer winds, we become close, from the sky, water falls, my summer rain, my summer rain.

My drifting friend, as you pass, the trees go from a whisper to a smile, and I am in awe of your happiness that reflects from your wings, and together you make music, and I smile, as you sing.

Beautiful earth, all my thoughts have been straight lines, yet all yours are curved, I look to the end, yet you are always present, living together, with your beginning and your end.

I thought my happiness came from the morrow, yet now I see happiness in the drift that exists in-between, like the morning sun to a falling moon, like movement to stillness, and a sound to an echo, one would not come without the other.

Now I am naked mother earth, without fear, I love, and when I think of before, in all my dreams, in all my hopes, in all my smiles, and all my tears, I will run with your rivers and dance in your sunlight, as together in this time, we are a nothing but a chord in your melody.