Turn...like this.

Turn,
Turn as the sun turns towards
The night –
And puts the day behind
In brilliant color.

Turn as the moon,
Soft…with the tenderness of a parting lover,
As it turns to kiss the night
Goodbye.

Turn like this.

Turn as the leaf,
That browns to autumns touch
And turns to fall in winter's hand.


Turn as the seed turns
Towards its secret self and follows
The pull of greater dreams to
Rise.

Turn as if your name is called,
As a hush beneath the evening breeze,
Turn…yet there is no one there
To answer you.

Turn like this.

Turn…a thousand times turn,
Just to see whom you are
Facing.
Turn like this…and see who you really are.

Turn.