Three Birds Flying
Once in a dream there came to me
Three birds flying, one, two, three.
The first was dark as water on a stone.
The second shone bright as sunlight on a stone,
And the third was gray as a stone, as a stone.
I rode with them as they flew on,
But when I woke the dream was gone.
I set it down on paper and the words are there.
I saw this poem somewhere, it was written by a child. Yet i feel it captures the mood so well here.