Macro

To stroll the silent, mossy way
With toes unhindered by the shoes
Of duty and direction.
To fall beneath the blades of dewy grass and see the source,
The sheath that holds these swords in place;
I choose.
To close my eyes and really know
The way the breeze moves on my skin.
To smell the sweetened melodies of
Roses blooming, Lilacs bursting fair.
No longer will I blindly pass.
Too many flowers bloom
For eyes consumed with lesser things
Then fade unseen.
But I will stop, 
Look!
Come with me and jump into the flaming throats of lilies,
Together ride down amber slides of sunshine,
Dance to winged songsters chorus staged above.
Gaze into this dragon’s emerald eyes!
Yes, this is where my spirit is alive!