As I stared up at the clouds, The moon-man, riding on his stallion of white, Surfing the tips of the clouds, Winked at me, with an eye so bright.
As I walked among the trees, They whispered secrets, told me tales, Their wispy branches caressed my face, And their gnarled trunk faces, seemed to lift.
As I sat beside the stream, The water gurgled songs to me, It swirled and splashed, and played With bits of dirt, and rocks, and sticks.
As I climbed the mountain high, She stirred around, and spoke, and sighed, The trees they quivered as she stretched, Then slumbered back deep down to rest.
As I stood on rocky peaks, The wind, it laughed, and flew so free, It grasped my hair, and pulled me on, To places I had never been.
And as I watched the dawn arise, The sun did tip his hat to me, Then climbed on upwards, through the sky, To bathe the land with endless shine.