A mantle of clouds Descending enshrouds This valley where I Look up at the sky When clouds as if then Remembering what To do but forgot Go their way again Gone on where they meant To get where they got As the sky was bent Were here but are not Weather goes this way These Joshua trees say Windblown grown to go Too though not too far They lean where they mean To wind through between So going they grow Though staying they know They went where they are To go as they stay As I do where I Look up at the sky When I got lost I found Myself where these Joshua trees surround The sound of me the only sound Around me heard but a bird at dawn A day to remember me by I wanted to meet me Challenge myself if not defeat me Meeting me I get me greet me Too lonely to be the only one Remembering myself and I Who lost myself to find Me then again had to lose my mind Leave who I thought I was behind Go who know to go on until gone However now never mind why A bird is heard at dawn That knows it crows it: life goes on Steven Curtis Lance