People

I need my people
Like dirt needs the rain:
To water the thought-seeds
In a poet's write-brain.

I have to laugh hard
and I sing kind of loud
'cause the people I'm with
Are like wind behind clouds.

I am drawn to my people.
I'm sure you see why.
Their nature as people
Helps clear up my sky,

So keep time with your people,
and whatever they do.
Those people you're needing,
They just might need you.