I Sometimes Dance With Šunbeams
Early June Caresses My Toes
With Blades Of Grass—
Sunflowers Tickle My Ankles
As I Walk Through Open Fields
Spinning As The Clouds Above
Dictate Where Ever The
Wind Pulling Them Takes Me
Tell Me,
How Long Do I Have In Əuphoria
When Is Time
Going To Elude My Finger Tips
Before Too Long
& Before Too Long
That I Am Now One With
The Blades Of Grass
The Sunbeams That Kiss
The Sunflowers
& The Clouds.