Fireside Chat

I will plant this seedling right into the ground.

Think about how you created the trees and every living thing

Sift this dirt between my fingers, this dirt from whence I came

I will sit on this hallowed ground of mine

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will set my chair under these branches in this shade.

Feel your breath blowing across my face

Hear the birds breaking out in worship

I will sip my lemonade

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will rake these leaves of orange and yellow

Make a pile deep and wide.

I will run and jump and scatter them far

I will lie on this mattress of the fallen, sun on my face

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will fire up this chain saw of smoke and fury

Raise up this maul and chop this wood

I will stack these logs 4 X 4 X 8

Sit on this stump and rest

and wait and listen for you to speak

I think I'll throw another log on the fire

Sit here with you and warm myself

Sip my coffee, smoky and dark

Think about life and think about death

And I will wait and listen for you to speak.