
Wander on, dear soul,
through the woods, the bush and bark—
life, a rainbow dream.

Wander on, dear soul,
through the woods, the bush and bark—
life, a rainbow dream.

Clear skies, green signals,
bare streets, waiting horizons,
prepare to take off.

Cast away, needless,
as a child with a new toy—
fall leaves in winter.

A bone-tingling breeze,
lingering in the mind—cold,
as regrets in life.

In a cycle, fire,
is the giver who takes all—
miracle of life,