i was laying beneath a big pine tree <br />the birds were whistling cheerfully. <br />the cool gentle breeze blowing thru my hair <br />and i knew right there, i had not one care. <br /> <br />i saw a squirrel stop and look <br />it did'nt look like any you'd see in a book. <br />he was completly black and his eyes were red <br />that's when i realized that i was dead. <br />i had no form, no shape, no sound <br />i was above myself looking down.<br /><br />louis rams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-spirit-1979/
