I have need of the sky,
I have business with the grass;
I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling
Lone and high,
And the slow clouds go by.
I will get me away to the waters that glass
The clouds as they pass.
I will get me away to the woods.

Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

It started up from the skies.
Hello…wait, don't run away. I won't touch you…don't run away. I just want to talk to you. I won't do you no harm — I just want to know about your different lives on this here people farm. I heard you have your families living in cages tall and cold. And some live there past the day of old — is this true? Please let me talk to you.
I just want to know about the rooms behind your minds. Do I see a vacuum there or am I going blind, or is it remains of vibrations from echoes long ago, age-old whisper things like Love the world and let your fancy flow…the way you want to let me talk to you.