Blue and Sand - Echolyn

Sunrise orange fills the sky

We wake to reach to push the ground aside

Healing sun came early

The March winds kept their promises of spring

Rejoice the birth of seasons

Miracle to bloom

A tapestry to blanket Mother

Open up and welcome

Drench us in light, bathed in morning dew

Child’s footsteps closer

Nose gently pressed to sample summer’s yield

Rejoice the gift of sharing

Colors with the world

A visually fragrant painted landscape

Anxious bee come rest on me

Easy breeze will take you home again

Fill the air with a pungent nectar

Sweet to breathe like a drug for your senses

Mother feed us rain cloud

And chase your gray to blue

Filtered light come dancing

And we begin to sing

Allow us time to grow

Mature and give our beauty

To sculpt the Earth in shades of natural tone

Time for life

Sandman fills our heads with song of cricket

Then leave us to dream in our quiet night

The romantic lure of Mother’s perfect stage

No painter’s brush could match her genius

Sleep to dream, dream to reach

To grow as high as elephant’s eye