The strange stralian

I’m a strange stralian, I like to walk in the rain and go searching to look in your eyes of paradise

I said to the blossoms

Who agreed then flew away

On enchanted wind ’round

Circled birds’ trees

In a blessèd wind, chattering

To the fertile rain

I saw you, midst this beautiful communion

Coming toward me

Seeing paradise in your eyes makes me feel alive and refreshed, and creation feels the same, out in the windy rain, being strange