Over Pass

Ground me to the Earth
Fill my lungs with song
Show me the light around these dark clouds
that hover over my bed.

I must be missing something
I cannot be seeing clearly,
the wild flower
in the meadow feels alone,

The deeper in the forest we go,
Fewer explores there will be.
For the ones who make the trek
what a glorious sight awaiting.

A shift in perspective
is the reunion between
beauty and quest.
Keep the fire going,
burn away the past.