The transluscent umbrella,
Ebbing to and fro,
Teaches me to be
to stay grounded but free
and lo,
to bathe in Sol's great warmth
is the greatest ecstasy

The dove song soars, lingers, descends--
A song of grace and liberty:
to ride with fervent, current winds
gives me such great lucidity=-
Tis my ecstasy

Crystaline creek flows
and travels down its path of yore
It trickles and invites me
to step out from the familiar shore
Cool, fresh exhalation
keeps me wanting more
Soft grass adew,
soft skies anew,
always keeps me wanting more

Queen Anne's lace and buttercup,
they neither toil nor spin
Free to mingle and free to dance,
they live adorned with glory--
is there anything but ecstasy?
Indeed, there is nothing more
I need nothing more