It's the oldest story;
It's the bird-laced trees,
The moccasins in water, and
The gnats in the breeze.
It's the longest story;
It's the newest day,
And while the creek is flowing,
There's a reason you should stay.
Look outside where dogs are barking.
Look inside; you start to grow.
Trains are crossing, cars are parking,
Stepping out, which way to go?
It's the asphalt melting;
It's the summer rain;
It's the leaves and the grass
Leaving more than a stain.
They're the sentimental people
Making sentimental shows,
Appreciating nature
But afraid to pluck a rose.
Look outside; the sun's for staring;
Look inside with blinded eyes,
And when your mind is done comparing,
Let your face reflect surprise.
It's the nighttime coming;
It's the end of today
With its temporary promise
That you'll find another way.
The moon is like a cross-eyed dream,
In water and in sky,
The spaces in between
Illumined by a firefly.
Look above at stars like gaps
That leak the daytime into space,
Hold your breath, and then perhaps
The crescent moon will slow your pace.