It started as a joke But I lived up to it in time Doing or saying any thing That came into my mind Leaving a subtle path of destruction The color of red wine Shrugging at embarrassment I'm still young, everything's fine! No one took me seriously So I said, why should I? But then You offered up your hand And told me I could be much more Showing me respect and care Like no one ever had before I found myself on a fresh-laid path With many open doors Your love gave me the strength to change. ...
Each day I write you love letters To show how much I care I start with an open heart Then serve it medium rare I choose words that are savory Spiced the way you like To nourish you with all my love And tell you it's all right I could spend all day long Every day of my life Cooking little love letters To sweeten bitter strife
A wild tempestuous ocean Or soft meadow lined with trees She painted nature's beauty And now like nature, she is free Ask her any question she'd find the reason why The wisdom of her years was infinite As stars in the night sky A goddess among women I cherished every stay Spending childhood Summers Watching Grandma paint
Rain drops scattered on the roof Remind me to close the western facing windows After a sigh of relief I stop and admire all the green With a deep breath in, I see A small rabbit in the yard. The clever wildling stays unaware of me Calm and eating grass under a strong and sprawling tree I keep my eyes on the little one, and my ears on the rain And soon a gentle melody is splashed across my brain I am in my childhood bedroom being softly sung to sleep My father strums his guitar to the rain's organic beat
Before I bit the apple All I knew was its perfume Then sweet nectar struck my lips In buzzing liquid blooms All the colors of the world Were now revealed to me And each new discovery unfurled Yet still another mystery I found myself uncovered And wanted you to see So you agreed to taste the fruit To show your love to me
What purpose to life is there, And what relief from pain? After all the toil and planning Tell me truly, what is gained? All we animals of the Earth Must enjoy it while we can And seek out as much happiness As we can fit in the palm of our hand