Took a stroll down a riverside,
shook the hands of a fish,
the sun got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped

Rode a bike near the water,
smiled at my reflection,
the sky got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped

Ran on the rocky road,
cut a flower on my way,
the moon got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped

Swam in the cold river,
touched the earth underneath,
the night got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped.