My mind skips from tree top to tree top,
Skimming over rivers, lakes and streams.
And as I wonder of pasts and futures,
My thoughts flow smoothly through kaleidoscope dreams.

I watch the world fly past the window,
No time to see specific things,
Houses blur into fields and meadows,
A flock of birds into a flurry of wings.

Cities’ streetlamps blink into stars,
A join-the-dot puzzle, mapping the ground.
Headlamps and headlamps merging the masses,
Lost individuals into the sound.

Glance through the glass, look out the window,
Catching the eye of a stranger’s stare.
A moment held, a second, a freeze-frame,
Suddenly it seems that there’s no one else there.

Before I can blink, or think, or wonder,
The face is replaced by a patchwork floor,
And all I can see for miles and miles,
Are fields and heath land and woodland and moor.

On the flat, look into the distance,
See as far as the world is wide.
Sapphire sky and cumulus clouds,
The boasting Earth and his beautiful bride.