Emerging
No fear all alone,

the touch of my home.

Beauty garden.



I come from the sky,

the vibe feels so high

in the silence.



No voice blurs my mind,

the sun warms my eyes

as it rises.



Light blue flame of air grows

little clouds I can blow.

They can flow down the hill

as well as my will.



Magic is emerging,

peace and light converging.

My soul will provide.

The gift is inside.



No fear all alone,

the touch of my home.

Beauty garden.