BIRD

As a bird in the blue sky
I often fly high
To lonely lands
Where feathers flock

And where there are ponds peculiar
and pretty dancing deer
and warm wind and cursing cold
Where mystery and magic unfold

That is the farm of fairies
Cows graze and cowboys chase
beautiful butterflies
wonderful water runs beside

There everyone has everlasting joy
No one has seen a blind boy
Blind not of eye but of feelings
feelings that are humane