As she watched the world

Around her swirl

She wondered:

'Is it there?'

As she beheld Spring

In perpetual blossom

She pondered:

'Is it real?'

As she sat beside the Sun

And felt it's constant heat

She puzzled:

'Are They real?'

As she stared at the midnight sky

And it's inky infinity

She decided:


And it all disappeared.

-San Carpenter