maps

There was once a man with very big maps.
He traveled the world with a hip-pity hop and a tip-pity tap.

He had big plans, he had big things.
He took big trips and he had big dreams.

He visited rain forests and deserts and sailed the high seas.
He went to the deep parts of the oceans and the tops of trees.

The world was big and round and full of things to explore. 
Everywhere he went, he wanted to see more.

When he'd hit the road, he'd stop for just a bit
Then run on to the next place to see how far he could get.

But just when he thought he'd seen it all, something new appeared. 
The day finally came when the two of you came here.

That day the world changed right before his eyes.
It was smaller and brighter and right there by his side.

Now the world was small and round and full of things to explore,
Like blades of grass and seashells on the sea shore.

There are worms and tree leaves and fireflies,
There are chemicals to mix and new foods to try.

There are toys to build and books to read,
Seeds to plant and ants to feed.

There are so many little things he had passed by for so long
That he forgot they were there and almost forgot where he belonged.

Now the world was not a huge place to rush through,
But a place to stop and smell the flowers with you.

He put away his maps and took out his tools -
so he could show you the ropes and teach you the rules.

He'll be there to help you explore a tiny world,
A world that will grow with you, my little girls.

You're already teaching me to remember the little things,
The crickets that chirp and the birds that sing.

The seconds matter now, not just the days.
I'll be there with you in every single way.

I'll show you how you how to use a fork and how to tie your shoes,
How to play baseball and chew big league chew.

How to paint pretty pictures and write birthday cards.
And how to blow the petals from dandelions in the yard.

And one day when you are big enough in your own self.
I'll pull the maps back out from off of the shelf.

I'll point to all the places we can go,
And you can tell me what you want to know.

We'll travel the world together and see so many things.
We'll see what adventures tomorrow brings.

But this time when the time starts to fly right by
We'll remember the crickets, the dandelions and the fireflies.

juniper trees and mountain laurels

There at the height of clouds,
He stopped and wiped his brow
He was close to death before he left
And he was even closer now.

He had come to the mountains to find some peace,
But his mind was at war.
He didn't understand society
Or what the people were fighting for.

He stepped toward the ledge
And he saw a simple way.
If he had known any god
He might have even prayed.

Suddenly the sky began to sigh
And he listened to the wind
A nearby tree caught the breeze
And began to speak to him.

It was there among the mountaintops
It stood there by his side.
He took some berries from the tree
And began to wave goodbye.

That Juniper tree had reminded him
That the earth connects to the sky.
The roots of it anchored in the earth
It's branches reaching high.

He began to climb back down the mountain
And make his way back home.
He left his friend at the mountain top,
To keep another from feeling alone.

When he returned home, he took the seeds 
From the pockets of his pants
Then he strung them into worry beads,

And held them in his hands. 

Time passed and he used the beads
In each passing day.
No matter how lost he'd get,
They'd help him find his way.

Until he lost the seeds themselves
And his fear all began to return.
He began to feel alone again
And his heart began to burn.

So he set out into the woods
To search for the things he'd lost
He walked along a river bank,
Leaving footsteps in the frost.

He stopped at a fork in the river
Where one split into two.
The pitter patter of his heart;
He listened as it grew.

He looked into the freezing water
And he saw a simple way.
And when he did, the wind picked up
And the trees began to sway.

There beside him a Laurel stood
and he saw it's beautiful blooms
He loved the Laurel and its leaves.
There was no more room for gloom.

The Laurel grew next to the river
Where all things merge into one
It reminded him that we are all connected,
As we move through life and the river runs.

He sat down on a large rock
And found pockets for his hands
There he found his worry beads
Which fell out in the sand.

The string had broken between them,
And they scattered all around.
Some rolled into the river
others rolled across the ground.

He could have felt panic
And rushed to get them back
But somehow he knew they belonged there
So he just picked up his empty pack.

He began his hike back home
And he began to think of the trees
They had led him to a greater understanding
They had set his mind free.

He was grateful he wandered upon them,
He felt whole for the first time.
He knew they would always be with him,
Down by the river and up near the sky.

Back at the river front,
A magical thing happened to a Juniper seed.
It began to grow in the soil there,
Beside the Laurel tree.

The trees stood side by side,
And just like old friends,
They began to wave at one another
As the sky brought forth the wind.

mechanical birds

Little ones, I'm writing you from miles above.
From inside a giant mechanical bird.
It can take me anywhere in the world
as it carries all of these words.


It can take me to Alaska or Japan,
Puerto Rico or Peru.
But the best place it could ever take me
Is to come and see the two of you.

When you get older, 
if you move away
I'll get inside a bird like this
And I'll be on my way.

I'll come see you in the Pacific Northwest
I'll go wherever you are.
I'll visit you off the coast of Ecuador,
It doesn't matter how far.

Because these birds can carry you too, girls
They'll take you all over the world.
They'll take you to discover the pyramids
And to search beaches for shiny pearls.

These metal birds will take you on adventures
No matter where you wish to roam.
One day, they may take you away from me
But they can always bring you back home.

young wolves

Young wolves, you must always know,
Life can be beautiful and it can be cruel,
Others may try to eat you alive,
They may tell you to follow their rules.
But young wolves, you'll have each other
And so you will always be strong.
You'll have twice the strength of others,
You will always have a place to belong.
You can be in each other's corners,
You can be the bigger ones,
You can raise your little fists
And tell them to put down their guns.
You'll never be alone at the table,
You'll never have to be afraid.
Because you will have each other,
You can choose what you share and trade.
You can choose to be peaceful,
You can lead the protest.
You can help others who need it,
You can lay the wars to rest.
Young wolves, you'll have each other.
You'll always have your pack,
You'll always have someone rooting for you,
You'll always have one another's back.
When you hunt for stones in the river,
When you go to school,
When you learn about the world around you,
When you decide to break all their rules.
When you make your own
And you go your own way,
You'll always go together,
Because part of you will always stay.
Young wolves, you must always know
The world can be beautiful and it can be filled with greed.
But when you stay together
You will have just what you need. 

baobab trees

Oh,
The places we'll go.
A step back into childhood
One forward into the unknown.

My dreams are filled with the tiny things
The future has in store.
Like bedtime stories every night
And the places we'll explore.

The tops of mountains
And the depths of seas
All folded in the pages
All building into memories.

Outerspace awaits us -
Nothing is too far!
We'll explore the forests
Where the wild things are.

We'll make green eggs and ham,
We'll climb the baobab trees.
We'll go to where the sidewalk ends
We'll set the seagulls free.

We'll fix all of the automatons
We'll let the giving trees grow
We'll Feed all of the hungry Caterpillars.
We'll run with the basselopes.

On the terrible horrible no good very bad days,
We'll help each other through.
I'll love you forever,
I'll love the little ones too.

There are so many adventures ahead of us,
Waiting inside the womb.