There was a time
When the trees were big
Bumble bees in clear sight
Blades of grass rushing between the toes.

And now
The trees just don't seem so big
The bumble bees don't buzz so busy
Feet are clean no longer stained green.

Can I only go back there in my dreams?
Why does this have to be reality?
Life revolved around time
Crushing imagination and thoughts divine.

I'm stopping it all!
Cruel fate will have to wait
I'm in a blueberry field
With the tallest of all trees planted in the middle.

Me feet are all stained purple
Bluebirds chirping the timeless tune
Want me to wait here for you?
I can have the winds pick you up.

It won't be easy
To twist your mind
But what you might find
Is truth in flight and your dreams defined.