Under nectarine sky
with cottonberry clouds
Dripping the winds shuttereye

The bumblebee crowds
are flipping the gold
To please pollenational grounds

The wisdom of old
The kingdom of youth
The strength of the bold and enamoured
Flush out in singing
the songs we once stammered
To ring in the tremors of truth

Oh world, oh world of washing on by
Wiping the slate ever clean
I can’t keep on bumbling the flowerpot sky
All I can do is to dream