Air, Earth, Water, or Sky?
Up so high where the blue birds fly?
Or down so low where the tree roots grow?
A smell of summer or when I lumber down?
Down the stairs
Into the soft white light outside.
Or is it inside?
A side that only I know and only I can go.
Myside.
Where seasons come and go and
Linger for a day or so, where darkness
Is but a nightmare, and not in the world
Do I have a care for sadness or for despair.
And when I sit down in my chair
I think.
I think a lot
Of what I could be thinking about.
And not one sad thought will cross my mind
But it’s hard to be happy all the time.
So I’ll be calm, somber, or even mellow.
And watch Myside turn from green to yellow
And watch the leaves as they fall down.
Down to the ground
Onto the soft green grass outside.
Or is it inside?
A side that only I know and only
Where I can go.
Myside.
Where light will dance on your fingertips and
You can watch the water as it drips
Down.
Down a babbling brook.
A calm constant stream.
Always flowing, always there
And not in the world do I have a care for
Sadness or for despair because
When I breathe in this cool crisp air
I think.
I think a lot
Of what I could be thinking about.
And not one sad thought will cross my mind
But it’s hard to be happy all the time.
So I’ll be mellow, somber, or even calm.
And when that raindrop lands on my palm I’ll think .
And I’ll know what to do.
And with that little drop of dew,
I will put it on a flower and give it to you.
Because you deserve to be happy too.
And we’ll walk down.
Down the stairs
Into the soft white light outside.
Or is it inside?
A side that only we will know and where only we can go,
Ourside.