My Mind Rides the Ferris Wheel

My Mind Rides the Ferris Wheel My mind rides the Ferris wheel and drifts off to faraway places. Sometimes it strolls through a garden, swaying gently upon the flowers. It gets soaked in the fragrance of blossoms and scents itself with the aroma of the earth. It echoes in the air with the humming of bees, and rejoices with the rustling of leaves. Descending from the sky, it turns into raindrops and flows into rivers— or becomes butterfly wings and dissolves into colors. My mind rides the Ferris wheel and drifts off to faraway places.