When the birds wake me up
Beauty is there
Everything is nice
The sun is smiling
The clouds are forming my dear
The mountains are rising
And the sky is blue
When the night is holding the stars for real
The stars are glowing as far as I can see
And gardens are all colorful as rainbows. What a dream.
And at last
When the water runs in a stream as it always did and will always do my dear.