Dreamers & Thinkers

Dreamers and thinkers

Woodsmen and tinkers

Craftsmen of wood…words…and whim

Come out of your hiding

Your light is worth shining

We all need a friend now and then.

The forest was quiet

No one could deny it

We all wondered ‘Where’?

Wondered ‘When’?

Will the light soon start shining?

Will there be no more hiding?

Would each creature be each creature’s friend?

Oh, the three of us swallowed

And the three of us shivered

But we all knew we all must go on

For the Garden of Seekers

Would have no more Keepers

If the dreamers stop dreaming for long.

The trees of the forest

Spread out their limbs toward us

And the feeling just welcomed us in…

We stood in the light

What a beautiful sight

For man and the earth were both friends.

No one was left hiding

There was no denying

Each creature was each creature’s friend

And when the energy touched us

We all felt so much of

The love that was growing within.

There were dreamers and thinkers

Woodsmen and tinkers

Craftsmen of wood…words…and whim

And the Gardeners and Keepers

And all of us Seekers

Knew we had found life once again.

Were we scared? Not a minute

For their hearts were all in it

They were loving and caring and wise

And they knew we had come from a land not so kind

For they said that it showed in our eyes.

And they told us to bring you a message

And to make their message quite clear –

And to those whom it’s told

It will never grow old

For the message is simple and dear.

They told us to keep on believing

And to live fully one day at a time

And that life truly does have more meaning

If we’d just keep an open mind…

Then they quietly all started weeping

And we gently spoke asking them…why?

And they said, wiping tears, to all those who’d hear

Only few would find truth in their lives.

Then the sun slowly was slipping

With the-man-in-the-moon on the rise

And we knew that our journey was ending

For we all felt the tears in our eyes.

Someone had gathered the music

That they’d found somewhere in the wind

And the mountains all sang

While the trees clapped their hands

And we knew we’d be back here again.

So, to you dreamers and thinkers

The woodsmen and tinkers

You craftsmen of wood…words…and whim

Come out of your hiding

Your light is worth shining

We’ll all need a friend until then.

copyright - 2007 ~jolene marie elliott