A land without time, a blending of worlds.
The earth comes alive, its future all mine.
A washing together, of thirsty things.
Bizarre and wild, the wind starts to sing.
Animal spirits abound, if you look.
But, be careful of what you may see.
And so if you're walking in my world today.
Be ready to frolic and ready to stay.
Arlie Pierson © 2004