In the middle of the forest,
There is a little sun,
Like a dream of every florist,
It’s shine, the night begun.

Hidden in the glowing walls,
Of moon lit petals,
A young star at her night fall,
Within, the heart settles.

A bee who finds sweet pollen,
Hiding with the evening star,
On the emerald ion,
Gazing at the earth’s quasar.