I want to feel the summer rains,
Soak my face and clothes,
To know there is release from pains,
And to see the flowers grow.
I want to hold your dove-like hand,
And in it feel your pulse drum,
Together in Earth's symphony stand,
And let the sorrow numb.
I'll learn that muddy paw prints on wooden floors are a small dilemma after all,
That corn tortillas are better than flour,
That love is both sweet and sour,
That time can turn a day to an hour,
And God will always catch my fall.
I want to feel the wind through the trees,
To gaze upon nature's face,
And know that it is all for me,
This sacred earth-man's special place.
