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