I lay on the honey sweet grass,
listening to the beating of my own heart.
I gaze beyond the valley and the swaying trees,
beyond the meadows of smiling flowers,
and beyond the eternal ocean,
at the sun, bursting with shades of red and orange.
Its golden helmet falls slowly,
fighting against nature to stay in the sky
as it disappears in the horizon
But like a warrior it will rise once again tomorrow
And I will be here tomorrow once again.
I will lie where I lay now, once again.
I will gaze once again.
I lay on the honey sweet grass,