Testo Departure

Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch...
There's something inside that we need so much.
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground,
The wonder of flowers to be covered
And then to burst up through tarmac to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing, To have all these things in our memory's hoard
And to use them,
To help us,
To find......
Ha ha ha! [etc]