Sundials

Roll the mossy welcoming

In your misty morning gown

Traveler lay your head

And fill it with old mountain sounds

Your mind declares your worth

When all is relative

Our paths are picked from birth

While roots to branches through the treetops all outlive

Another day begins

Whether or not it is treasured

And other years begin

Whether or not they are measured

Rivers cut grooves in the earth

Breaking boulders into sand

And lines divide your face

While sundial shadows etch their markings on the land

Another day begins

Whether or not it is treasured

And other years begin

Whether or not they are measured

Stars in the firmament

Pebbles on the shore

Does your life hold meaning?

Does it mean much more

Stars in the firmament

Pebbles on the shore

Does your life hold meaning?

Does it mean much more

Another day begins

Whether or not it is treasured

And other years begin

Whether or not they are measured

Another day begins

Whether or not it is treasured

And other years begin

Whether or not they are measured