For the Flowers
Morning wakes me someplace I've not been before.
No one here to say which way I might want to go,
but I rub my eyes and I can see
the country road winding past my feet
and so I guess I'm going to find out where it leads.
Rising, I feel a wind that has no east or west
carrying welcome revival in its every breath.
By that wind that has no name
I know I will always change
and still somehow, I will always be the same.
So tell me how much farther down this dusty road
whistling a song for the flowers as I go.
If my footsteps leave a track
deeper than the dirt and sand
I couldn't say, but someday I might come back.
Rough cut video posted to YouTube 3/31/11. Click here to watch the video.