Fern Gully

I call to her and she is with me

running water

moss and fifty story ferns

in this unknown vale

theere are many people here

the small, the big, no eyed, wide eyed

you're merely cats

I haven't met before

haven't seen

my eyes are filled

with the sounds

of joy

and they sing to me

for a thousand years

The Great Oasis

-R