Across the never ending hills and valleys of my mind I search, for a special face I fly high faster, stronger, longer and deeper to find A vision, I saw in space
There can be limits to the depths of ever seeking For somewhere to spend my time Perhaps I should slow down instead of always speeding And look for a different clime
Looking closer at the hills and valleys, so slowly now I see ponds so very deep View with open eyes and, absolute honesty, I vow To admit to what they keep
In each of these special ponds that would make nature divine Sits a gold, jewelled crab Am I to be so blessed with such a vision of thine Happy eyes I gently dab
Stepping to edge of space, and clarity of endless time I see billions of lakes Where the crabs link to, and though, to make a picture sublime Dear, it’s your image it makes...’