Written by: gary bechter


As i lay upon this sand
Beneath the light of sun
I walk within the midst of clouds
Only to touch,not even but one

I see the riseing cliffs
And the forest in loom beyond,
The lakes of sparkling waters
That reflect the mornings dawned

I spy the grounds below,
And the sand on which I lie
For to this place I must return
Again to hover,amid these museful skies...

ps i just wanted to try and write something greeting is kinda fun...