nurture on the time of memories, ripe in the season br of harvest, and store for a days to wait, till it can be br used for a meal to nourish the flesh br br gain the better of tomorrow as the grain, grow in br the watered land in the sun it stand, blown by the br wind of uncertainty, patiently look the distance day br to come br br harvest the bless of the grace and bloom the seeds br for a wonderful growth, thou shall the sea look the br wave that holds the wind to go br br let, my passionate glance call the soul that loom, the br vacuum of the bewilder heart, the shinning star br wake you up in the bang of gladness in the silent br night of the heart br br turn every wish to pass, the miracle of each journey br and light the aging year to come, and bring the lips br that make you the wonder of today br br flash the orchards of honor, in the heart that viewed br to see the beginning of a day of yesterdays to come br for only in crystal eye you will see the real venture br of forever my dear br br just a pollen grown in the wilderness of the meadow, br the drops of rain bangle the shadow of growth in br each seed that sprout, be as the silent of the angel of br the wings that spread in the victory of every soul br br we will just return, to a beginning of the seed.....