And if the sky were diamonds brilliant and blue,
we’d all reach for heaven as if it held a mother’s warmth.

And if we were birds gliding upon golden gilded wings,
surely we’d soar over snow capped mountains yearning for home.

And if the peacock wing’d sea call us back to her,
we’d answer with a thundering “Yes Mother, we hear you!”

And if the cool handed shade of the willow beckoned us,
surely we’d lie upon her away from the sun and daydream.