I dream of a place not far from here, a place no one else knows. 



I dream of the mountains and of the rain clouds. 



I dream of the singing birds, flying across countries. 



I dream of the woods and the mist that it beholds. 



I dream of the creeks and its waters trickling down. 



I dream of the rocks big and small, vigor and uninterrupted. 



I dream of the wind howling and stern, seeping in every little that is known. 



I dream of the moon and of the stars in the sky, ever watchful always bright. 



I dream of the earth my home, this shelter from above and below. 



I dream of a soul, fulfilling yet unknown. 



A soul that dwells... in the clouds, in the moon, in the earth, and in my heart.