Get out of the finite four squares
To the trees, the birds, the fragrant dance
And share away all that you saw
In a language that\'s pure, in a language that\'s raw
And as you mention the simple outdoors
Some may follow you from the distant shores
May be they\'ll tell you, what they\'ve found
The golden waves, the shifting grounds
Let the sun take you by your breath
The squirrels pass by and you forget your quest
As the dandelions lift away your thoughts
Its a timeless help, that cannot be bought
Out there your mind will still be yours
And many belong to this surreal life force
One or more, the same silly quests
Atleast it\'s the same grass, where we all rest.
-Al