Something in my dreams, if becomes a reality
Flying like a bird with the sense of spirituality
Wings around me, I could fly high in the blue skies
Crossing the coastlines with the swirling eyes
As happy as the child, I would be like a bee,
Crossing through the flowers with my soul set free
Breathing pleasant fragrances, savouring the sweet nectar,
Relaxing in the petals dew, I feel like a collector
Hovering over the clouds I would fly like an aeroplane,
Feasting my eyes all over the meadow lane
Riding through the rainbows and floating through the gale,
I believe, I could end up on my bed, without going pale