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