A Thing to Forget (Interlude)

A Thing to Forget (Interlude)
I've crossed that great field
and a lion lives there
And when the boy heard this
It made him upset
And he put down the field
as a thing to forget
But when he went back
to the birds he once watched
He had found he's forgot
Had turned into a thought
and the thought to a dream
as the days carried on
He imagined that field
with a lion beyond