Cotton painted clouds in the winds they do ride
Upon depth-blue skies
The warm bronze sun is fixed
By stagnant breezes’ matrix
Surely, there’s no tempest to compromise

Majestic mountains with proud protruding cliffs
Unblemished beauty, no buts or ifs
The water a certain green blue
So crystal clear its sea through
Look about, there are no shopping eyes
Surely, there’s no havoc to compromise

There’s no fear in which to wallow
Hallowed is this enticing hollow
It’s me in perfect harmony
With the universe you see
It fevers me!