Creating Foxgloves Land 2007

Send me about and around these trails,
Beautiful pathways never derail,
I have seen those familiar colors,
So distant but my memory sends me back,
My body motions me to follow those tracks,
Springs rain never ceased,
And our dreams revealed more,
Then within winters sleep,
I miss those purples so deep,
Pinks so delicate they’d breathe life,
Noble creamy whites never abandoned in strife,
Only the oils could hush the fibres,
And all will resolve into peace,
Just the meadowlarks request a call,
For your answer is here,
And the search is near,
Many a knoll in these meadows,
Send up a flourish of foxgloves too greet,
For the gathering rains leave them so sweet,
My hands gently move aside the towers,
I part these foxgloves all with flowers,
Oh, god your engineer,
That Mother Nature has appeared,
I stand amongst your fortress to affinity,
Smothered seemingly in this tender floral divinity.