There are so many stories I still want to tell
There are so many I love yous left unsaid...

When darkness awakens, my body settles gently into...
The events of my day race rapidly in my thoughts...

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a shrub in the valley--but be...

Some children are brown like newly baked bread
Some are yellow, and some are red...

Let me but do my work from day to day.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom...