My life is a meadow
And I am its breeze
My mind is a river
And I am its flow
My brain is a wave
And I am its ocean
My heart is a pulse
And I am its beat
My voice is a song
And I am its chorus
My hand is a surface
And I am its touch
My eye is a mirror
And I am its gaze
My life is a meadow
Time passes through
Charles B. Snoad 