Open Air

Sunlit glades open around me
The light uncovering secret worlds
Hidden by weeds and mangled
Vines
Stretching their limbs over flowers
Wrapping around the life of trees
While mangling the songs of leaves.
Not all was so lost
In the days of old
When the winds blew freely
and the sun sparkling along the grounds
we danced freely in the Light
hearing the stories of the leaves
listening to the One who heard our names.