Don Greenlee

What a long strange trip it's been. A little hippie adventure in the woods inspired this, but it's also pretty much the only creative thing I've written in like a year so.

Circ'ed around a fire

Flowing water by our side

Four smiles glinting widely

Beneath a smoke-filled sky

Small pairs of naked feet

explore the world around

As children from the womb

This harmony we found

Bathing in the river bed

Washing beneath the sun

Splashing cold and comfort

Feeling peace with everyone

Animalistic understanding

A commune without words

A feeling of acceptance

From which there's no return

Words steeped in too much meaning

And in our minds digress

The problems of another age 

become our own obsess

No direction, time is useless

God's clock, we build our day

We find out what's important

Beneath the sun and shade

Beauty in it's highest form

We are one with Earth and all

Serenity we've found at last

But now, we must come back

We can't go back

We can't stay here

We'll never go back

This much is clear

Four smiles never fading

In the glazed and darkened eyes

A fire still there burning

Beneath the smoke filled night