When the cloud army corners the sun
It feels bad and it’s cries begin
As the sweet zephyr sprays it’s perfume,
A mirage appears, that the man persumes
As the water cascades from the heaven above,
Thy heart beams and gleams with love.

As the traitors of time chase me with means,
It becomes a bluff, just how it seems.
When it’s sweet euphony nature hums,
A mellowing lullaby there it becomes.
And when my brittle heart breaks betwixt happiness and sorrow
It forgets what’s gonna’ to happen tomorrow.
When all my trust within nature I repose,
All my doubts suddenly goes.