Open Paths

You build your heart and your space

Where you laugh and hope to never grieve

Turn with the seasons you embrace

And age into your own face

Under the spell

Of the wishing well

Wanting more than you gain

Like news, weather, and mortality

It must rain

Every warning is fair and like advice

From the principle and principalities

Heed it clear and with the seasons turning hear it wise

We are here to write the pages

And read the pages written

Consider self and all in weakness

Hope myself a great addition

To the wisdoms I may claim

You build your heart and your space

Where you laugh and hope to never grieve

Turn with the seasons you embrace

And age into your own face

Under the spell

Of the wishing well

Wanting more than you gain

Like news, weather, and mortality

It must rain

It must rain