My eyes still joyfully
Drink the hills of this land,
Thirst quenched
Smiling
As spirits dance
Across water and sand.

Today's the day
The teddy bears have their picnic,
They frolic and dance
Oh so free, oh so fantastic.

My mind wanders
Savoring man's contradictions
Tongue rolling over those hills with a dialectic force,
Time, untouched by origami hands
Continue
The unfolding of a cosmic discourse.

If you go down to the woods today,
Be ready for a fight
All the bears have puppets
Instructed to dampen insight.
Their strings still attached
They do not suffer any foot to be...