When watered by the richness of Nature's beauty, My eyes bloom in admiration-- Here, alongside the lotus and the lily And the flowering sun that smiles the dawn, Blossoms new sensations-- ever so sweetly.
All dressed in yellow and green, The grass bends forth in humility To greet all marvels the meadow has seen; While children play their glorious games, The tender tree leaves play with the breeze--unseen.
Swans sweep over the soothing stream While clouds float on the flowing breeze; As if by some unearthly force, it does seem, The wet cotton clouds are squeezed to pour forth Its resurrecting rain to tickle the trickling stream.
Lulled by the nightingale song, I dream To one day dive in and splash like the frog And make his crazy funny flips into the stream, And to one day renew my life to a level so ecstatic As of a butterfly that kisses a breathing blossom--I dream.
With grateful eyes, I greet God's great blessing-- Nature, sweet healer who with dreams does soothe. Now, with life and spirit renewed , I pour my offering To this Divine Beauty-- not mere words, but me myself. 'Maiden of dreams, let me die on your lap, dreaming.'