And I step from the shimmering feathers of barley,
From the whispering touch of the breeze,
From the pale golden light of the crescent moon,
From the rustling branches of trees.
As I step the world behind me vanishes,
I step from leaf to grey, hard concrete,
The clean breeze is met by car exhaust fumes,
Pools of oily water swirl at my feet.
Two worlds, so close together,
Connected, yet so far apart.
Beauty and Beast, together as one,
Earth, one still, beating heart.
