Virtual Virtue I

We all have a mind of various sorts or kinds.
It hates to have a bind and peace for us it finds.
I always like to think
Of things vanishing in a blink.
I never saw them all,
But my mind always recall.

I love gentle lake with swans floating by,
I love the green field under a blue sky.
I love the hillside where sound does not pitch,
As we sit in the shade, a lesson it does teach.
I love to sit on the hay, in a bright sunny day,
Or to ponder before the moon, it all seems so gay.
My mind flies like a colorful kite,
'Cos nothing's wrong to imagine, right?