Green grass floating beneath my fingertips
A lonely sheep lost in the blue and yellow ocean
And as I daze away forgetting my problems past
The wind whispering dreamy tales; my mouth is shut
Distance is a mere fantasy of perception
Shields of trees keep me from harm's way
Birds of light gossiping away
And as I think no more, there is a truth untold
Of things still unseen and sounds to be heard
'Though this may paradise be
I know there is a time of parting
For everything has an end
It could be so, but not in a dreamer's mind