Where it Starts

November 2, 2012

I want to tell you a story
But I don’t know where it starts.
I am just sitting in it
And I can feel it, but I can’t place it
In the sun come up and then go downs
That pass through our backyard.

I want to tell you a story
And I think it means something
Because I’m loving in it.
And I can hear it, but I can’t tell it
To the children that grow up and then fall down
In the grass of our backyard.

I want to tell you a story
And I don’t know where it ends
Because I am living in it.
And I can see it, but I can’t trace it
Through the trees climbing up; their leaves falling down
On the Grace of our backyard.