i want to sing under the stars, at a meadow
in between the trees
as snow fall, under my feet.
feel the cold, the drizzle and be bold

touch the breeze, breathe in summer,
winter, spring and autumn.
chase a shooting star
talk to the ants,
pixies and listen to bands.

read a book,
climb the trees
make a house up above
view the world as a queen in her crown

jump the cliff
to the ocean
drink the earth
to my brink.

nature's first gold will stay
and stay she shall for me to play.

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