Long long ago, the beaming bluebells swayed;
Musical whispers from the sky, angels in unison;
In her heart, a handsome drummer, joyfully, tapping;
In the Milky Way, love, a cyan star, glittering.
A feather, like a hammock, swung endlessly,
Much longing to land upon my waiting palms.
A pink ember, glowing, and night turned into day,
In my Aorta, a love melody woke the baby wrens.
In the vortex of the countryside, the grass danced its Rumba,
Shining with green and dreaming to taste heaven’s honey;
In the magenta clouds, tired souls soundly asleep,
Silence tip toed in mid air, mottling peace throughout the universe .
