by Bruce Wallick.
As the view unfolded
As the sun shed light
As the breeze wove
Soft flowing patterns
I glided through the grasses
My feet so light so fleet
As if taking off into the blue
Gently warming to the view
Solely the sound of the whooshing
Wind that moved across the knoll
Brought peace of mind to my soul
Distractions put on hold
The rapture of the moment
Time stood still for me
I put it in my pocket
Don’t you just love a good dream!