Oh how glorious life would be
To have no life or song within!
A need for no bones, no cells
No vessels or no muscles
Pumping nothing; needing nothing.

Oh how glorious life would be
To feel no pain
And see no stain.
Nothing gory; nothing sorry
Only a body in its glory.

How victorious it should be
To feel the wind; to be the wind.
Floating and flying,
Needing no sense of time;
Needing no sense of rhyme.

Letting Earth's beauty astound,
Its colours delight
and its melody transcend to hope, light and might.