Clarity is a natural gift
The scene of seen, clear sense of soul
A living dream when spirit shift
Takes full control.
How oft I wish for vision’s hand
And strive to find the soft of sound
I know they’re found, oft’ times unplanned
To flow unbound.
Welcome the sight of clearing skies
Where, oft-blown, smoke pervades your mind
And chokes the life from anxious eyes
That seek refined.
Nature’s native tongue shares clear
In song of birds or rolling seas
It’s all about a wild frontier
That serves to tease.
Please let me live that sense of peace
That comes when life presents the pure
Where clarity does not decrease
Nor thoughts detour!