Poem : 1 Part 1 the astral plane beckons, it's time for dreams to be born, lay down conscious, submit to my birth for you to will witness my death. The dream state ends with the dawning of the conscious mind. like a cradle rocking gently close by, your dormant mother a breeze, a crescendo of whispers 'til a seasons rage struck you from your haven a journey begins,  a sleepless errand 'til satisfied you've seen the ripened world you lie and swoon to death. a never ending pathway through time and space, can only go forward, can never reverse leading each era in an endless collection, of lives for which we have no recollection. the end of one is the start of many destined to travel on into infinity. Micheal Heffernan @students02.wit.ie  
   

Opening shot is of an isolated tree. Time:4 seconds.

Camera zooms in to single leaf and focuses until the leaf falls.  Time:4 seconds.

The leaf gently floats and drifts downwards.  Time:5 seconds.

 
   

When the leaf hits the ground it changes to a butterfly.  Time:5 seconds

The butterfly flies over some countryside.  Time:10 seconds.

It lands on a flower. Here the camera focuses for a while.  Time:5 seconds.

   

The camera slowly zooms out to show the flower and butterfly on a t.v. screen. Here the camera again focuses for a while.  Time:6 seconds.

The buterfly leaves the flower and flies on.  Time:3-4 seconds.

In the distance there is a faint blue glow to which the butterfly goes...  Time:5 seconds.

   

The glow, a ball of crystal, floats in the air and attracts the butterfly. When the butterfly lands on the crystal it changes back to a leaf.  Time:5 seconds.

Again the leaf floats down and lands amoung other leaves.  Time:5 seconds.

After a brief time it blows away with the others.  Time:5 seconds.

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