The greenish spring grass,
The sparkling morning dew,
Roll over the old hills, yet so new.
As the land
below turns into a toy
model,
Each enchanting breath
grows thinner,
And a bright glow rises to enlarge my view,
Just a little.
Illuminating warmth touches my skin,
Fingers of ice melt with the dew,
And I am pushed forward by the wind.
This dream world cannot last long,
Though many wish it everlasting,
I sure do.
As a brilliant yellow ball arises higher in the sky,
The toy model below grows into reality,
And Mother Earth takes me in her sincere hands,
Once again.