So these are some of the things I want:

A mother holding its child,
the child touching the leaves of a tree,
the tree bringing comfort to this place.

I want so many things,
sometimes they seem to belong to some other world,
like a wonderland.  

But maybe that's not so far away...

My wonderland lies in my heart and it wants to be heard,
just like Joni Mitchell in my cold morning walks.
It wants to be touched,
like your hair between my fingers.
Oh, and I cannot forget, it wants to be seen,
like the cozy light of a fireplace.

And I know my eyes so many times can be blind,
I know I may not listen to what will not scream into my ears.

But then I see this mother holding its baby,
and the baby touching those leaves,
and the leaves awakening my senses again.