All that I see


  Far In the distance I see hills' standing still,




  Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.




 Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,




 A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes 
 Cries.



 I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,




 All that I see Is not only a dream.



     Keith Garrett