Wetlands in Springtime

Wetlands in Springtime

and weeds look like forests

And all of the landscape’s

a new point of view

step over broken-in

broken down mountains

and each time I reach out

I find something new.

There’s a shed on the edge,

and behind it a meadow,

A place where the make-believe

always comes true

And even if nobody

holds out a hand out, 

just about everything

happens to you

and the wetlands in Springtime

keep all their promises

hold all their secrets

wide open to view

and all of our mishaps

won’t be mistaken

for misshapen wishes

fallen for you

and everyone’s laughing,

even the tearful ones

the cheerful and beer-full,

and dried out folks too

Everyone finds out

the daybreak is broken

Broken for everyone,

both false and true.

Wetlands in Springtime

and weeds look like forests

And all of the landscape’s

a new point of view.

I step over broken-in

broken down mountains

and each time I reach out

I find something new.