There are no clouds in the sky this morning
The birds are flying free
The sun is giving gentle light
and trying its best with the warmth
The planet turns, the grasses grow
through snow and even concrete’s cracks
Maybe the hard things need some breaking up
Maybe the time has finally come
to bring dark things into the light
and see them without shadow
and hear them in the native tongue
of every living thing
Maybe the time has finally come
to break the hard things down
