There Is

As wandering in the forest dark, or sitting solely in the crowded city park, both a being absent pallid and alone, in calm or clamor, there continues a searching for home - As the fertile bee moves by buzzing wing, and wild whip-poor-wills melancholy sing, so there is a longing to find that perfect place far beyond the limits of mind - As surely such may exist, come now to know the truth of the twist, there is no limit to living's possibility, for there is always much more than what we can touch, hear and see -