Alone I wandered
on the calm street
with no goals to succeed
and with no aim to meet.

The bright sun
on the bright day
pouring on me
all its gay.

And the clouds
followed me along
singing some
romantic song.

The flowers smiling
all around the road
as besides them
I strode.

The winds playing
with the tree
and the birds joined them
chirping in glee.

And with them I wandered
on the calm street
with no goals to succeed
and with no aim to meet.