Hanging from a tree
I feel the wonderful breeze
And the pink cherries
They look like the ferries
On the tree, stretching from side to side
And the insects feeding on them, look like they're going on a ride
And oh look, I see the pond
God's own basin its called

And the fish, birds at ease
A huge family - dad, mom and neice
And as I see this wonderful sight
I wish I may light
the lamps of the beings and fill them with joy

I don't wish for glorious praise, don't wish to be called a good
boy
And so I leave this glorious scenery
Hoping to rid all hearts of misery
 
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