In whispering pine I fantasize
a slow melodic flow of time,
I imagine only the wise
would be offered truly sublime
passage. Though I often wonder
if when the chance to depart did
speak of bliss in vacant wander
would we all then forget our Id.
If when imagine a newer sunset
one enriching, a brilliance beyond
our humanity’s scope of reason met
would we understand to be fond.
Seek out the avenue of happiness
in quiet resolve, we shant be careless.