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