Blueberries blossom-trees,
Clouds made of soap-bubbles, 
Creamy grass and foamy bushes
Of roses blue, purple and grey, 
Grapes of red and Orange, 
Wines of crystal clear greens, 
Red-irises to tell of feelings
Too hot or too sad
Burning hues in a phtograph back home, 
Where I don't want to go;
Chariots dragged by stallions 
And spaceahips to take us to explore
Other natures... 
No poverty, no suffering... 
No twisted games,
Just peace... 
Guns not allowed here.