I can see a time, of all gentle days
they're riding on hills, that the wind swept clean
then they reach a peak, just a stop to gaze
'neath a pale blue sky, that's as yet unseen.

I see them aglow with their horses' race
to reach this point, did they verily strive
to finally rest, to enjoy this place
and I see them laugh, just to be alive.

Though they seem as one, it's true that they're two
for he sees that not, which she sees as real.
So though they seem one, here's proof it's untrue
the one doth think, the other doth just feel.

She looks, sees green grass, swaying in the breeze
and she shows to him what she sees in flight.
He sees the clouds, building over the trees,
then points out for her storms in all their might.

He understands not, what it was she saw,
as the green grass swayed, as the fauna fled:
at the gentle giving by choice, not law,
as the flora and breeze readily wed.

And though he explains, as well as he can,
the power gaining, the force as it grows
it means naught to her, she sees there no plan
the rains are just rains, the snows are just snows.

She sees the life, for her plain as the day
He knows the weather, the havoc it wreaks
She animals and plants, bound in their way
He dirt and the rocks, the rivers and creeks

Now though you see them, and know them as two
a thought you should keep, gain from it new strength
As with the world, that which pulls them both through
seen clearly by us, cross breadth and cross length

There's truth in my words, when two I do call
Single not them, more nearly are double
More truer this though, like soap film forms a ball
so their two-ness does form the sides of a bubble.