Departure

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch

There's something inside that we need so much

The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound

Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground

The wonder of flowers to be covered and then to burst up

Through tarmac to the sun again

Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing

To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing

To have all these things in our memory's hoard

And to use them to help us to find