In the..

Our Existence

In the sweet morning I was God,

In the summertime I was free and kind

In the big open fields, I had a clear and beautiful mind

In the sweet afternoon I was an angel

In the spring I was dancing

In the big open fields, I was laughing

In the sweetest evening I was a tramp

In the winter I was dying (My health was oddly declining)

in the big open, dried up soil

I was wrapped, as though, I were a royal

In the sweetest space

I woke up with no race

to the highest mountain

to the purest water fountain

I was here.