|Bird of Paradise flower|
|A million little fishes in the bright waters under the pier|
|Adam's pet turtle, Donna, eating some lettuce.|
|Brown pelicans in flight at sunset.|
California, I'll be knocking on that golden door.
Like an angel standing in a shaft of light,
Rising up to paradise I know I'm going to shine."
-Estimated Prophet by the Grateful Dead, words by John Barlow