Dance Of Life Poem by Jinge Norvall

The desert pours
From the empty heart
& heat-waves wither
The arid soul
& far from the clamour
Of the market-place
The fruit lies rotting
On the orchard floor.
But high in the mountains
Where the air runs clear
& crisp
Through the cedars
& the fresh young minds
The harvests are golden
As the warm summer sun
& the rivers flow north
Through the diamond run.
Climb up from the valley
Drink deep living air.
Feel life in your spirit,
Embrace hope - lose the fear
Listen, dont ignore her,
listen with your heart..
for
The mountain-top
is calling you
to dance!