I\'m looking at the swans on the lake, gliding through soft ripples
having just seen a dove flying above
Sky as blue as can be not a single cloud in sight
I\'m wondering how can such a miracle as the sun
transmit such hope
and happiness onto earth\'s platform?
I hear babies laughing
and dogs barking as the old man throws a piece of wood
hand in hand are lovers talking to eachother, that\'s a miracle isn\'t it?
and the green?
the green surrounding my whole scene
It\'s like looking at a giant emerald
I don\'t want to wake from this daydream
I simply want to wait for the magnificent moon
to make her nighttime entrance.