Flowers in the air

I will go on trip into wild prairies

I will search for trees full of harmonies, plants full of melodies

I do like their scent

I know them by their names

There’s no space for human trace

Every leaf you see there hides the sense of grace

Just switch off and carry on

Enjoying the sun

All in meditation

Fly across the prairies singing like a nightingale

With wind in my hair

And flowers in the air

What a precious moment!

What a fairy tale!

And so you’re growing up to purple skies

You cannot be indifferent and disguise

You live as no one else and see the long quest

You’re flying high in the sky over the cuckoo’s nest