I lay under a shady boon,
As the wind blows of a summer too soon,
And the birds soar of their very wings to fly,
Purging through this endless sky,
Embraced by nature's beauty is where i'd stay,
Of these winds that blow that leaves me astray,
Or the sea of flowers that bloom in my vision,
Meandering in the breeze as easy as it may,
Every soul searches a need to live and a reason,
Alas i found mine, even though its for a season.
