Flower seed popped up
Still needing to shed its shell
Yet another step
Flower seed popped up
Still needing to shed its shell
Yet another step
July night silk air
Jazz slipping from radio
Alone, filled with love
Ninety-five degrees
Sinatra singing Good Life
Tears would be welcome
Each week sprinkling care
Knowing, teaching, listening
Waiting for my wings
Mysterious still
Always questioning ever
Quiet gives answers
I wait and I watch
Like the women at the tomb
Something Glorious