Have you any dreams you'd like to sell...

I've looked for you under moss covered rocks,
Tried to catch you in the falling rain,
Taste you in the dew drops resting on the tips of blades of grass,
Hear you in the gurgling of the spring streams,
Catch you in the falling swirling leaves from the tree branches up above,
Feel you in the warm spreading rays of the morning sun,
Spoken to you in whispers in the gentlest of breezes,
And now when I have finally found you, you put all my dreaming to shame.