A heritage of vision was given to us all;
To smell the Rose’s fragrance;
To hear the bird’s call;
To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of tides
to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.
Some have seen what can be seen
of sailing ship and kings
And some are given feet of clay
And some are given wings.
And some must struggle just to breathe;
Some have a golden spoon;
and some will never leave the nest;
and some walk on the moon.
Do not you know the life that lives within the silent hills
is just as rich and beautiful
and just as unfulfilled
as the man with all his intellect.
His reason and his choice
Oh, who is to say the nightingale
Has any less a voice.
The silver dolphins twist and dance
and sing to one another.
The cosmic waves know no bounds
For all that lives are brothers
The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear
The elephant, the whale
All children of the universe;
All weavers of the tale.
So, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
The hawk flies with the morning dove
The lion with the sheep
And far away as you can go
We’ll never be apart
It is in your dreams that will know
the seasons of the heart.
[Adapted from John Denver-Season of the Heart]