Saturday, June 16, 2018

Father's Day

More than ten years Dad, and I still want to phone you for a chat. I miss you.



The Song of the Landsman's Soul

Till the soil in the morning
Plant a seed in the sun
Dig your troubles into the earth 
To dissolve when the day is done
Start the day with a smile
Watch the future begin to unfurl
Till the soil in the morning
Sing of the Landsman’s soul.

Till the soil in the daytime
In the heat of the midday sun
Helping hand for the green shoots 
Whose journey has just begun
Start the day with a smile
Watch the future begin to unfurl
Till the soil in the daytime
Sing of the Landsman’s soul.

Seasons pass; a living painting is not meant to last
Here and now, the fragile beauty that blooms in a  flower, in a  flower.

Till the soil in the evening
Rose gold blush in the sky
Close your eyes in the sunset
At the end of a harvest day
Your started each day with a smile
You watched the future begin to unfurl
Till the soil in the evening
Sing of a Landsman’s soul.

Seasons pass; a living painting is not meant to last
Here and now, the fragile beauty that blooms in a  flower, in a  flower.

Till the soil in the evening

Sing of the Landsman’s soul.

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