Small steps of simple being
Asking for another chance to drink.
Hope is born of steps of small children
Swinging their stars into your hand
As Nature finally heeds the call to light
And Sun peeks from hidden mossy droplets.
Now is the moment of Beginning,
Fruit of the mighty struggle that
Causes us to wonder about Fate
And the loss of control.
Then we finally know that it’s not us
But our perception that trues us upon North
And sets our course against the pattern
Dotting the landscape with our future.
