Flying with the breeze, blissful and free,
A stroll through the starry canopy,
Tranquillity filling the pores of my skin,
A timeless moment for both kith and kin,

No worry of what will be no care of what has,
Tonight I will surrender of what has come to pass,
So let the moonlit absolution proceed,
Let peace prevail, its what we need,

Let pebbles be pebbles and branches be leafy cones,
For no sticks shall defeat me no stones will break my bones,
Lets pick ourselves some lilies, or dandelions if you may,
Lets run again through the meadow, lets sleep once more in hay.