New season
construction of the new structure begins,
the past has been complete failure, these mistakes will be my last,
moving on never looking to the past for advice,
difference is my goal,
the colors are my mentors,
each one with a unique twist,
spinning for good, for evil,
inspired by the tree God planted in my path, that past with hardly one moment breath of the word,
just simply radiating with your life,
dripping fruit like dew in the sweet morn,
the moment has been used only to honor your name,
peace, stillness held so comfortably so stable,
this moment we share with every living thing, only few find this path,
I have found the way,
tree of inspiration you moved me to go hand in hand with my best friend tell I meet our father,
o my sweet life this is our morn
