The Gladdest Thing

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

Doesn't each of us have a place

Where we belong?

Could be a sidewalk crack

Or a sad song.

Inside our searchings is desire.

To etch a silent thought in stone

To make a tender heart known.

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

And when the lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!

Everybody wants to be a hero

Or a savior of small things

I want to be champion of evening

To forget not the beauty of the in-betweens.

Every one of us an orphan

Our bodies born from dust of the stars

We can comfort each other in this place

I can look into your eyes

And see my own face.