I gaze under the moon at night
I prance through fields of flowers
I float through wonderful waters made of diamonds
I run through skyscrapers of trees
I do not stop
Not until the moon has turned to to its brother,
until the flowers have run out,
until I am too tired to tread any longer,
until the trees end.
until I have heard the sweet whispers of nature through the stars, the petals and the leaves.
Not until I am awaken.