Let The Wind flay the dry skin from my face
Let the earth move me supine into rest
Let the stars move me heavenly into creativity
Let the moon dictate diurnally when I work and when I sleep.
Let my friends and family concern themselves over me
And let god take care of all that is heavenly.
Let the teachers teach the young in ABC and 123
And the trees that grow into forms will artists grow
inside as they grow older and wiser in the world.
And finally let all those who not believe below see
enough to convince them it’s worth trying.
