Laughter

Looking for the first blooms of the spring In early hours All the days were new and first to fade In my mind everlasting Small enough to stay out of the rain Survive the cruelest month and flower The way that I kept looking for the signs In seasons after I heard the sound Paradise found In her laughter In her laughter I heard the sound Paradise found In her laughter In her laughter Then I caught myself trying to judge me When I needed wisdom and patience Led astray by a fragrance or flame It was the smoke from the ashes So I went looking for softness Now my girls look back at me Blossoms on bare fingertips Waving them into the wind Let them go into the wind Heavy sky above us planning Long before the bloom began Let them go into the wind Hold the memory in my head In her laughter In Her laughter Paradise found In her laughter In her laughter All the heavy sky before the rain First to fade Never mattered, never mattered I heard the sound Paradise found In her laughter In her laughter Now my girls look back at me Blossoms on their fingertips Waving them into the wind Let them go into the wind