Open up and let go

      I sat down before the flowers

           Just before the bloom

     To learn the art of opening up

              I observe the trees

             Just before the fall

      To learn the art of letting go

              Because If I let go

     Of this pain I feel in my chest

  If I take out all the rotten pieces

              And put it to rest

     I could let my love be instinct

              And not an escape