Standing farthest away,
Listening and synchronizing with every echo I hear,
The exalted valley,
And scattered masses,
Mosses and ferns,
Roses along the gulf,
Dandelions amidst the horizon,
Flying away,
The voyage of the cloud,
And the journey of a wave,
As deep and shallow like a lightning ray,
The radiance of a flower,
The incandescent light,
The proximity of time,
The speed of sound,
The piercing heat,
Beyond this world,
In the universe you may see,
Afar the moon and the planets,
Diffused in might,
Ignition of fire,
The sharp blue and yellow color,
Wandering in the field,
Surrounding me,
Here I stand beneath a tree,
Breathing the smoky air,
Perhaps suffocating,
Without a soul to save me