So you speak to me of sadness
and the coming of the winter
Fear that is within you now
it seems to never end
And the dreams that have escaped you
And the hope that you’ve forgotten
You tell me that you need me now
You want to be my friend
And you wonder where we’re going
Where’s the rhyme?
Where’s the rhytms?
It’s you who cannot accept
It is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
And the graceful way of flowers in the wind
For the children and the flowers
are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
would clear a cloudy day
Like the music of the mountains
and the colors of the rainbows
They’re a promise of the future
and a blessing for today
— John Denver’s “Rhymes and Rhytms”