tales for dreamers: right here, all along

In the winter, ask the grass, “Where have you disappeared?”

In the spring, she will reply, “We’ve been right here, all along.”

In the winter, ask the trees, “Where have your leaves gone?”

In the spring will come their reply, “They have been right here, all along.”

In the dark of the night, call out to the sun, “Where has your light vanished?”

In the early hours of the dawn, he will whisper from the horizon, “Here it is, where I’ve always been. Right here, all along.”

In the light of the sun, beseech the bright blue sky, “Reveal to me all your stars.”

In the light of the moon, the night sky will answer, “Can you see them now? They’ve been right here, all along.”

In this time and space of grief, holler out so the whole world can hear, “Hope, I have lost sight of you. Where are you now?”

In this very dimension of time and space, the answer will come from within you, “Right here, all along.”