Each Way Is Like A Step (From, Dried Flowers)

Each way is like a step in many directions, Passage ways to the days that have gone by; Contentment shattered glass the reflections, All the drifting peaceful clouds of the sky. In this endless motions turning on curves, Birth of new dawn in the wetness of dew; Wild in nature with its hidden nerves, Coming of the tidings booms of anew. The pace by pace in the newest finding, Today and tomorrow in its tenderness, Paths to starry meanings in the dark blue; All in all what to reality's abounding, Eager to come again in new meaning fresh, Giving of its fortune each new impromptu.