In a pink and orange sky,
white gold floats by,
with the wind,
making a song within,
as the small black birds glide through the air,
the grass begins to dance in symphony,
you look up and breath the fresh air
as the clouds slowly become light and the day turns into night.
All the problems float off with the breeze,
and so you get up with the moon shining,
and finally feel free...
