The faint-like breeze whispers into my ears
The colored flowers spring up to allure me in
Crisp is the scent of the meadow in its earliest hour
So thick is the fog spreading across the sky
that results from the morning dew hovering over all
I am lost in this moment but I sing joyfully
because of the grace that is shown to me here and now

The gentle-like motions of grass sway across my chest
The silky-surfaced petals touch my fingertips
Fresh is the scent of soil that creeps under my naked toes
So carefree are the dandelions waltzing above me
To escape the metallic fence which locks them in
I am lost in this moment but joyfully I sing
because of your sufficient grace that is revealed to me here and now