Wild Life

Wild flowers, in her arms to tame, arrange Wild curls, ringlet sunshine to maintain Wild eyes, sparks of silver, bits of grey Wild words, words she's thought and bound to say So we wait, and watch the scene to still unfold So we breathe, and strain to hear the truth be told So we taste, and feel the summer surge gone bold So we dance, as liquid light to never hold Wild steps, upon the wild sleeping ground Wild songs, she softly sings when we're around Wild breath, we breathe and breathe without a sound Wild life, akin to freedom to be found...