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.

The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 3/31/11 - click here to watch that video.