What's It Like In Your Dimension?

What's it like in your dimension
Do you get to draw the pension?
Is it enough to get you by?
Do you have castles in the sky?

Do the stars come out at night?
Do they shine as ever bright?
Do you view the moon with wonder?
Does it look the same down under?

Is the sun as warm as here?
Does it spin from year to year?
Do the seasons change and alter
Or remain the same, and never falter?

Do the trees stand tall and strong
Does the rain fall on them all
Do flowers bloom with scent on high?
Only to fade and never die

Do the tides still ebb and flow?
Do the fish have far to go
Do they swim without the fear?
Of hook and bait and anglers near

Do you live in houses quaint?
That never need; a coat of paint
Is decorating done by thought?
No paper, paint or brushes bought

Is there money in your purse?
Do you ever need a nurse?
Do you eat the food you taste?
Are there garbage cans for waste?

Is your music just for you?
Do others get to hear it too?
Do you dance and do you sing?
Will I feel, the love you bring?

So many questions asked of you
Your answers somewhere in the blue
I know I lack in comprehension
But what's it like,
In your dimension?