I love to sit in the grass and admire the scene
While the trees gently sway in a warm summer breeze
Enjoying the clouds and the smell of the air
My heart starts to dream, I can go anywhere
A king only wishes he could have it so good.
I can travel afar from this place in the woods
The things I desire will always work out.
There’s never a question and never a doubt
Should a person depend on passion so much?
Does it keep satisfaction out of my touch?
But poems and songs settle my mind
Feelings of ardor; inspired, sublime
I am a passion, with logic a cloak
A part is a dream the rest is a hope
I’m making a way in this world so dire
By using these words and sharing the fire.
The Rational Element 