Do you see the world I see?
Where every flower, every tree,
Is in bright color, always new,
I have been found to sometimes break through,
The illusion of Reality.
There are no planes to take you here,
Only me, but its so near.
You cant touch it,
Nor hear or see,
But it is there, believe you me.
Come, take my hand, and we will fly,
Into that azure plain called sky.
Ill float you along on words that make,
The cotton clouds on which we skate.
And down below are fields of green,
And mountains, to the East are seen.
And when the day turns to dusk anew,
And stars spatter the sky in view,
Ill take you over the glittering sea,
To more distant lands where I long to be.
So come, and sit, and talk with me,
And Ill tell you of caves, and of rocks, and of streams.
Ill tell you of bushes and forests and leaves.
Ill tell you the sea,
Upon which we fly.
Ill recite the stories,
To just you and I.
So come, and on my wings we'll fly,
Ill answer your questions like How? When? and Why?