If the Days were Summer

If days were summer, and fall was broken,

Would you still hold the lost and forgotten?

If bent meant metal, and human was sacred,

Would you love the song the bird wrote?

If the flower was a saint, and the grass knew the breeze,

Would the owl know its way in the dark?

Would the petals go south?

Would the wind unwind?

Would the gravity of the solace of man be kind?

If the people knew peace,

If the people were free,

Would we feel like weathered trees

Or would we roam in pleasantries?

Would the animals breathe the freedom we share?

Would the growth of mother nature soon be bare?

If a mountain could move and a glacier could speak,

Would the skyline play and the moon shine its light?

Would the frog leap beneath as the planets arise?

Would the dust of the winter bite the sky?

Would the roar of the sea bend at its root

So that the light beneath the dark could show you the truth?

Would the plants know the secret wisdom we share?

Or would the owl take it back in the beauty it dares?

If the people were foolish,

If the people didn't see,

Would we make it out alive?

Or would the birds set us free?