Sticks come from trees that buzz with bees
For walking crooked in strange places
Stones come from dust that blow on breeze
The mountains all have faces
Trees whisper questions to the sky
About You who tastes Gaia´s green
Tell us who You are and why
You can smell the water, fresh and clean
Can You fly like fish, shine sunbeams
Gaze upon the wonder that is absurd?
Is it real or just a painters dream
What´s the nature of Your inner world?
Can You touch the undrawn dream inside?
Can You drink a flower, eat or feel a word
Or wander heaven as some brilliant bird?
You, Human with Power, Divine, decide!