Outside a leaf rehearses how to fall. Here now in this song, light finds a door where none existed. In keylime pie a dream unbuttons with one bite. In the orchard, even time is sweet. The sky has room for all. Recognition comes from soul to soul, not face to face. Even in moonlight, the river finds the ocean without needing maps. Nature and my own— a bare tree holds up the sky without effort. Meditation: crab drags its house. Light pollution hides galaxies playing hide-and-seek behind their own dust. Summer mornings, wind carries gossip from galaxies unseen. Some minds close— let them rest. A reflection dressed up as a younger me with wiser eyes. The sky has room for all. And even without maps, the river keeps moving. Recognition comes from soul to soul— where time stands still, and the moment opens like fruit. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
