Brown

Brown

I’ve noticed that the earth is brown

It seems that it could be the color of down

Yet I sense it carries something much more

A place where there is an opening of a great door

Where earth is a gate to heavenly places

Joyful gatherings and beautiful faces

simply spring to life and come to be

Where acorn grows into the tree

Where man grows up and begins to exist

The place where light and love does kiss

From dusky dawn to gentle breeze

From moving waters of hearts in peace

This is the place where heaven does grow

This is the place where I always know

That brown was simply meant to be

To show it’s not always the ways that I see

There is often more, there is more that’s hidden

There is strength in weakness, more when given

I see now more of what brown does show

It’s the lower I am, then the higher I go