Perhaps my mind is made of sky, of budding lilacs, swaying tree
and answers to my how and why are given by the bumbling bees.
Perhaps my soul is made of free, of anxious trees and youthful gate,
and obstacles that I may see are conquered at a steady rate.
Perhaps my heart is made of God, of earth, sun, heavens, moon and rain.
And when I’m lost, when I forget, He gives me back my sight again. –Lohnes