We get lost in the disturbances of the world and get carried away far away from the nature. Calling out nature to take me with her wherever she goes . . .
The sun today is again bright
I Shed away the darkness and come to light
Carrying the Hangover I might
But last night is last night
Flowers have bloomed by the shade of the moon
The fresh air, the aroma is such a boon
There is again the approaching noon
But I whisper you not so soon, not so soon
The hustle of the day takes me away
Let me behold this vision and not sway
The day is again ready to betray
But I will replay the vision and not runaway
You move about your own sweet will
Take me with you I can't standstill
You do the same everyday but still give me thrill
Where do you go, by our own sweet will, is it behind that hill?
Take me with you I can't standstill . . .