Who needs heaven when we have skies
That blush and bruise in pinks and blues
That puff and swish to eagles’ cries
Who needs heaven when we have eyes
Who needs wishing when we have trees
That stretch and sway in green and grey
That creak and kiss like living seas
Who needs wishing when we have bees
Who needs dreaming when we have earth
That seeds and blooms in fragrant tunes
That conjures life from dark and dearth
Who needs dreaming when we have rebirth
— Wayne Visser