Summerland Old Woman
From the mud it shall rise
Lifting upward toward vast dreamy skies
Just as you–you–you shall rise too...
From the deep and dark depths
It struggles toward the light
Desiring only one thing
The truth of its being
But will you let it?
Will you let it rise and blossom and grow?
Or will you damn it to the depths?
Will you banish its worn and weary soul?