at first I was afraid and hid my eyes
below me lay green fields and I realised I was naked
tall trees bowed before me while a cool wind mopped my brow
rivers sparkled as unfettered ribbons..... I was alone it semed
alone except for my thoughts what would it be like I wondered
to run as a raindrop does on glass or wait patiently as a flower
does in early spring to stretch its neck and offer its glory to the bee
if I could realise these things then perhaps I may not dream.