• To be linked to nature, to my surroundings,
    the air I breathe.
    To cherish all that is around me,
    to relish simplicity.
    Everything is sacred,
    every living thing,
    Ah, to be in her branches' protection
    the bowing willow weeps.
    Even dainty flowers have names,
    none to be forgotten.
    The earthen hills are alive with a magic
    that makes us all thrive.

    As we dance clockwise thrice
    in the white horse's eye...
    In hushed silence we wish -

    seven days
    seven months
    seven years go by
    before my own wish my come true.
    I must wait, until in the sky I see the
    purest of white doves...
    and know my granted wish had come ...
    I lay here and smile ...
    lazily dreaming of the day I danced,
    and wished for true love