Traveling along a white picket fence

it seems as if it goes on and on and on

the other side of the fence

is green growing grass

miles upon miles of it

it swishes and sways

down on the ground I'm walking on is dirt

brown beautiful dirt

as I walk along it rises in clouds

I can see for miles on this long dusty path

I hear the wind wisper it's secrets to me

as it blows along next to me like an old friend

the grass waves gently to me

as I walk along this white picket fence I see life

more life than you could imagine