That gypsy now

No longer free that gypsy now

reclines beneath a willow tree

wondering as gypsies do

what next is meant to be.

But time has stolen youth and more

and left the soul to wither, die

without the firm implant of love

that keeps rapture alive.

So the gypsy looks around/about

and can see where blessings hide

waiting, waiting, waiting,

for the opening of mind.

And the time is right when gypsies know

what’s here is meant to stay

and she will clear away the brush

and chase the clouds away.

Then sky will be the clearest blue

the trees won’t bend and dip

and all beneath their canopies

will maintain their earthly grip.

Beneath the trees or not,

tall, straight, upright, or not

blessings come from anywhere

and joy found everywhere

if we but stop, listen, feel,

and open mind to see!