for Franziska for everything I watch tumbleweeds grow even though Apparently slow yet even so I see them grow rounder get fatter Each day if only I look away I know down the lane in the meadow Wanderers grow to wonder like me When they tumble to stumble upon Why they go then before they are gone Stumbling up out of the ground they say Tumbling we are the weeds that matter With what it takes to make a snowman Here in the desert who know we can Blow on out of here anytime we Feel good and ready lonely but free How we tumble to stumble upon Why we go now before we are gone Stumbling myself in a jumble I Find myself tumbling wondering why Though tumbling not yet stumbling on to Why I go like the tumbleweeds do But one thing I am pretty sure of Is what it is as let go and love When I tumble to stumble upon Why I go then before I am gone +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII