Thursday, March 01, 2007

And as I walked through the clouds floating...

And as I walked through the clouds floating,
A hand stuck its head up,
And started to reach out for me.
"Common, son. It's time to go!"
"Oh, please! That can't be!
The gardener is still working at it, the beds are not ready!"
"I don't care, son. Spring is here and we should be going!"

And, it calls, and it calls!

But, I don't want to go!