A moment of knowing the sparkling starlight,
and strangely bright colors everywhere,
a gentle voice, a tale told softly,
a tale of longing, a tale of loving,
a tale of being with the wildflowers of the realm.
No matter the time, no matter the season,
it is but a dream in a dream we have here,
a gentle dream that is constantly flowing,
dreaming of longing, dreaming of loving,
dreaming of being with the wildflowers of the realm.