Wandering through the sweet unknown,
One sees many things:
The palms of trees outstretched and free,
Their shadows stroking soft grass,
Webs of longing spun by the lonely spider,
Glittering in the sun

Wandering through the sweet unknown,
One hears many things:
The symphony of pre-fall leaves,
Bustling on the trees,
The clear air that whistles all around,
The crisp crunch of dead weeds upon the ground

From the raven to the dove,
From streaming light through crooked branches,
To the salty winds of the sea,
From the safe, warm sun,
To the dark, mysterious moon,
Oh! How sweet the unknown can be!