Across the sky, the clouds move, <br />Across the fields, the wind, <br />Across the fields the lost child <br />Of my mother wanders. <br /> <br />Across the street, leaves blow, <br />Across the trees, birds cry -- <br />Across the mountains, far away, <br />My home must be.<br /><br />Hermann Hesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-fields/
