So many things have changed
since I last walked
the world's soft and lush
green grasses of plenty,

caressing my feet as I walk overhead--
looking to the astonished yet radiant sky
filled with traces of clouds and breezes.
Swept over with fruit-bearing flowers,
including the spring daisies
and bright yellow dandelions
which create and weave themselves
into crowns and gowns
that flow through the meadows [...];

These meadows that fill themselves
with the slight twist of faith
that fall in such delight,
a kite wondering among the birds would call
to them in such a delightful tone
the birds gather on my shoulders,
and the flowers rise from the earth in miracles.
They grant wishes and miracles
like melodies of piano keys
as they fumble upon the rocks of strings
stretched for miles [...] and miles,
away.