A truth where the thinkable reaches,
days glowing with untouchable site sights.
Fields of cotton passing,
horizons with sparkles.
Patterns lie upon the chimney tops.
Brushing grounds of wheat,
floating seeds blowing.
Mystical experiences with exciting thoughts,
Where magic lies between fluttering rich lashes.
Sincere whispers of the unforgotten.
Songs echos sweet lullabies.

~H. Davi