I Dream, I Dream

I dream of the heavens I dream of the skies I dream of the Earth rotating I see towns but more I see Woods, country, animals, And Night with things of The Night I see And that be why, my Monsignor, My verses lead me to this poesy. You Ask My Monsignor You Ask Continually Why Do You Sing Verses Such As You Sing And I Reply Look From On High And See Below The Woods The Fields The Things Of Them And Of Night And Of Dawn The Glories Of The Works Of Man From on high my Monsignor All These We Have We One Earth community Earth In unity And That Be why Of These I My soul I Sing For These We have My Monsignor.