O how I wish you knew
That it's a fall from a cliff...

As she walks past him on the hill
Cutting the wheat for autumn festival...

Through searing cold and howling rain
Unprotected, un-nurtured, in hostile darkness...

So similar yet in worlds so far apart;
We have our knowledge, our books, our cities...

I look into your eyes
Deep blue pools of light...

Hold up stranger!
Hit the brakes a bit there...

In twilight hour
I feel unbeknown to power...

When I was five I remember seeing
The ripe red strawberry patch out my bedroom...

Moonlight -
Ghostly wind rustles...

In deep bush
In an ocean of green and brown...

That morning light steaming through the window
That unmistakable call...

All you need in times of down
In places where you stumble...