Someone could be swallowed by a sky that size,

Inhaling candy pink clouds in whips stretched long,

And so much blue, your insides would spin,

From the joy it held, and a fine spring day.

Walk barefoot!  The time is now,

You can almost feel the grass rise between your toes,

A bit of dew settling on your bare skin,

Pieces of green to leave this memory's stain apparent.

Follow the windmill in its glorious dance,

Become dizzy with the flight of lives,

Balanced on the passing breeze,

Of time let go, and nothing seized.

Rebirth yourself in shallow water's peace,

Upon your doorstep where the willows weep,

Within the walls of your small house's bliss,

You'll take comfort in the sanity that nature gives.