Album Note: Little children are shorter and operate on an open schedule, so they often stop to closely examine things on the ground that we grown- ups ignore. Sometimes I have sense enough to act like a child, to stop and kneel or even lie down in the prairie, get in close, and actually see the wonders there before me.
In a tiny hollow pocket in a hillside limestone shelf A little island tuft of grass grows all by itself Atop the highest shoot, a tiny spider makes her way Cross-a quiv’ring green oasis where she’ll spend this summer day
The lime-green spider moves her legs in perfect graceful flow As she tiptoes through her canopy of grasses in the stone The sunlight glints her shiny back, her pinpoint yellow eyes Look out beyond her island home across the clear blue sky
We love the highest hilltops where the grandest views are found But there’s wonder & there’s beauty here before us all around In little tiny pocket worlds across the prairie land With miracles of nature that would fit inside our hands
Someday the little spider will send out her silvery thread To leave her pocket home to find another one instead She’ll sail above her forest of feathered Indian Grass On to new worlds and the destiny that she will know at last.
In a tiny hollow pocket in a hillside limestone shelf A little island tuft of grass grows all by itself Like a child who sees magic when he opens up his eyes You can go and lie beside it and dream yourself inside