Open Paths

You good, your heart and your space Where you love and hope to never great Turn with the seasons your grace And age gentoo' 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 Principal 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 and weakness Hope myself a great addition To the wisdoms I may claim You good, your heart and your space Where you love and hope to never great Turn with the seasons your grace And age gentoo' 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