• as i lope gracefully through these fields of wheat. i see the world go by in a blur till it no longer appears to be of this world but rather the world of fantasy.as i see this it calms me down till i no longer notice where i am running to for i haven't a care i now just run for the thrill of the run. what started out as a flight for life has now become just a relaxing run. when i tire i lay down murring blissfully i know longer care who finds me. the sound of the wind lulls me ever deeper into the realms of sleep where i can run for as long as i want with out ever tiring. where i can run and frolic with others just like me. as i waken i remember that this world cant be like the ones of my dreams. for the humans have shrunk that which was my domain. but i know that the next time i slumber i will return to the land of thee endless fields of wheat.