Fikus

Fikus dreamed a dream for me

It cost me nothing it was free

He dreamed of walking in the sand

Of blossoms forming in his hand

Of kitchen cake and cedar shakes

Of waterfalls and yellow snakes

Of earthen dams and hydrofoils

Of watching water 'til it boils

Of holding forth from singing words

Of flying south with flocks of birds

None of this was charged to me

For as I said it was for free