I watch the orange light Wash the meadows and the trees I feel my heart ignite, So I get on my knees To hear the cricket song, To feel the earth And know that I belong In this Maxfield Parrish light, Destined to perish with the night And I am in this painting, A liquid brushstroke through the sky Yet I am witnessing My form take birth and die I change the landscape And the landscape changes me Somehow I'm a part Of the Artist and the art Of all I see One light, hiding yet abiding From dawn, through night, to dawn One life, dividing and uniting I go on and on... Bathed by this peaceful light I feel my sense of Self expand I lose the need for flight Like a sparrow in God's hand I lose the question And I become the why and how In the evanescent, Ever-present here and now I watch the orange light Wash the meadow and the trees I feel my heart ignite, So I get on my knees