• Life's a Field
    In the wind it twists and bends
    Waves of Green, Gold, Red
    Destructive but beautiful
    Blending the Colors of our emotions together
    The Seedlings watch, learn
    We make our own Colors

    The Grasses grow, reaching for the Light
    Some grow straight and tall
    Others crooked yet strong
    But beneath it they are all the same
    Weeds sneak in amongst our roots,
    try to choke and cripple us
    The Seedlings watch, learn
    We reach for the Light

    Right now I'm just a Seedling,
    And I don't know what I'm going to be
    I just hope I'm not a Weed
    Or another blade of Grass
    I just hope I am unique.