
Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.

Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.

Like moss on a rock
mountains blanketed with trees
protect life within.

Walking down the aisle—
birds sing, twigs crunch underfoot,
to wed adventure.

Forest foster home
nurtures the young and needy—
heart of a dead tree.

Fallen soldiers sleep—
the living die every day,
their wars never end.