It's a three-D world,
Though the dandelions are pure
And the flowers mostly true
(Even if they go unheard.)
It's a secret plane,
Where you can't go back again-
At least to the same place
(Never mind the door is hid.)
It's a boundless key,
Made by instruments on-wing;
Those who wander never find
(It was all just in the mind.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem