Walking slowly in water. I found a pool in my eyes as they moved over the hillside. Water does fall with the green pool into the forests which hang around it. I saw a small dove; it was lightness in the heart of freedom. Its feet in the dirt was tender in the thought of living. The world did grow around it with the high touch of love. Then came the last breath, the bird in a final voice sang the song of homecoming. The song did splash with the waters in the echoes of our lives. Longing for nothing but the simple touch of silence. Speaking for nothing but the simple light of emptiness. I saw the darkness of oblivion as a great fire, it was not evil as they say. A touch of shadow came, and the bird passed away.