Lazing in a field of grass I came upon a silly ass.

"Is this your home?" he said to me.

I cried aloud, "this cannot be!"

"What cannot be?" he questioned me later.

"Am I seeing things or are you a satyr?"

"Eye, a satyr I've been since I was born. And you my sweet are a unicorn."

Running to a pond near a field of daisies I said to him, "You must be crazy!"

"I am." he said, "Just look and see.

I cried aloud, "This cannot be!"

For as I looked into the water I did not see the farmer's daughter.

Reflections on the water soon had born the striking figure of a unicorn.

The symbol of the ancient land of Atlantis.

The satyr turned into a praying Mantis

The unicorn to a butterfly

The field of grass into the sky.

Lazing in a field of grass, we may find in time all things will pass.



An original composition by: Margaret Barton-Wahl