I'Ve Crossed That Bridge Before

Planning on crossing over where footprints of night are ne'er seen... There fish are spawning in clear blue stream ~ Surrounded by verdant green; Nature begins speaking to me. An antiquated chine-wood bridge gracefully arches it back with sturdy braids makes a path ~ That I may cross to a place serene Where nightingales and crickets sing It's a place where I do my thinking Unafraid to shed my skin ~ by dusk as honey bear I may roam, by dawn take flight as an eagle I may be found soaring toward home. Upon opening mine eyes I come to realize the colors of the skies Yes, I've crossed that bridge before