As I lay on the ground

Staring into the azure sky,

I marvel at the height of the trees

And the clouds beyond them.

And I listen to the winds whispering to the trees,

Concentrating on the phrases created by the delicate breezes

Intermixed with the surrounding atmosphere.

I let the sweet spring airs envelop me,

Sending my spirit into a world where everything exists as a thought.

And all is free,

All is free.