Each Night, I feel my spirit soar,
Out the window or through the door.
The wind uplifts and carries me
To a place where I can see.

The skies are filled with magnificent birds,
Below me, the rumble of buffalo herds.
An eagle soars through the fresh-scented breeze
And lands nearby in a grove of trees.

Deer and antelope roam at will,
Wild horses are visible on a nearby hill.
River beds and lakes are filled to the top.
The creatures below never waste a drop.

The sky is blue, the earth is green.
Everywhere I Iook, beauty can be seen.
In all my view, there's no sign of man
As if painted out by God's own hand.

I look forward to each night when my trip begins
But, it too soon unfolds and too soon ends.
In reality these things are nearly gone
And too quickly I awake in my bed at home.