ocean and oceans of fields gone green and long 

billows and billows of buttery fluffy unbearably huggable clouds 

so soft and cool to the touch and warm and electric the next

the sun so calm and loving there up in his sky so lovely and blue and 

waiting for You  

the grass ripples in waves and carries you out to the airy sea

a brush on your skin of feathery fresh blade

verdant with life and stretching forth breath

my father, He is there

and he sees me

He, open armed stands up there, awaiting his precious child

and mother waits and waits and writes me 

letters to teach me to show me how

the wonders of my dreams come through

how whole I'll become, how much They love me how dearly They care

if i hadn't noticed it, I'm seeing it now, everywhere