Giant trees, perfect green,
Million leaves, working bees.
I feel the wind, kissing ma peau—
Ah, mon Dieu! Comme il est beau !

Endless are the skies – deeper are thine
eyes.
Breathless nearby. Could I just die?
The hollow heart - the weight of air.
I glance thee -  heaven I see.

The sorrows I held -the dreams I fear
The nights I cry - to thine eyes , I pray.