The Chariot of Hope

A stroll in the shade of the greens,
The serene breeze jogs my memory,
How beautiful is life that gives,
From the bounty of its treasury.

There is always green grass to see,
A fence to cross and believe,
That everything is possible,
Nothing you dream, cannot be achieved.

Crosslegged, I sit on the bare earth,
It pulls me to a time where I might be,
Regrets, sadness and grief inescapable,
In the liberation of the mind is the key.

Wonderful, chaotic mind on chariots of fire,
There is always a way to get all you desire.

Amazed I watch the clouds floating by,
across the scattered blue, shades of white,
The heavens signal the advent of hope,
It's coming again, all over a time bright.

The beauty of the rain? In its chaotic calm,
Ploughs out beauty from the belly of the earth ,
Spring out of the hope within, the shoots of greatness,
You alone are judge, you know your worth!

The rains unleash bittersweet memories,
With hope, the battered man rises,
It will be the winner who takes it all,
Joyful banter, A purpose driven life!

Wonderful, chaotic mind on chariots of fire,
There is always a way to get all you desire.