arrows fall gently and harmlessly
under the sunshine in a gigantic hill
simple sunrays flutter on a cloud
with butterflies dancing on there arms
clouds move so quietly in mysterious blue
little bells sing, little bells sing with the fairies
and flames sparkle beside birds wings
feet of wonder sing violet bubbles again and again
cracks of silver breathe hope into the moon
and the moon flows without a single word
the black myserious night steps away
and the hill blossoms with electric colour
the blossoming seeds love the rain as much as the sun
bubbles of silver sometimes sit like a little cat
as the forests dance playfully and with freedom
in a mysterious imperfect world with peaceful shapes