I tread into your fields guided by a sense that I belong protected all along and loved beyond measure if I would not know better I would say this is what the heavens would be all about but then I tread into your fields and I know the heavens are the whole °Woodlights Woudlicht
Under my wings a world emerges the great playground where we forget to play too often too serious too complicated too forgetful of all the wonders to be discovered too ashamed to sing aloud and dance atrociously bad too afraid to just love and be who we really are I give you my world which is yours All is music – spin, whirl and revolve Twirl your existence unto the real stage of your being You are life’s song °Woodlights Woudlicht