The wind and I went sailing
on the lake so deep and blue.
The glowing sun wanted to know
could he go sailing too.

The path and I went walking
in woods so dark and black.
We had to ask the stream,
"Will you please lead us back?"

A dream and I went dreaming
in castle clouds so high.
We scarce could see the river
as it went winding by.

A song and I went singing
along our merry way
And left behind our caring.
We left it there to stay.

- Maude Hutchinson, 1994