The world below, beneath the blue
A symphony of energy and hue
The smallest light, so bright in collection
The darkest night the smallest light

And as I move, I feel direction
And as I move, I am within
My breath, my breath is blissful taken
The bard himself would weep at this soliloquy
Against my skin

The force, that through the green fuse drives the flowers
Both invisble and implete with power
Contains the might of life's great affection
The darkest night I'm found by light

And as I move, I am illumed
By the force that brings my lips to song
My breath, my breath is blissful taken
The bard himself would weep at this sweet music
To which all belongs