The Time Before by Jo Dobson

Bees buzz, birds sing,

Flowers zing, butterflies wing.

Red kites soar.

My ears roar.

Heart racing. Head reeling.

What is this feeling?

I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

In some other time, in some other life,

I don't know when. But I hope to again

in some other garden, or a wood or a glen.

To enjoy this just once?

That can't be it.

That would be s...

So, I will come again. I just don't know when.