I did hear the birds sing.
While lying buff in the meadow.
Near to a running stream.
Where the air was damp and sweet.
Virtuous maiden innocence leaped naked with the wind.
As the wind was blowing kindly warm and softly mellow.
A beauteousness so exquisite could only be viewed in dreams.
Please do not wake me.
For I would turn away the gold of the world
even as it lay before my feet.
For at last I've found true peace of mind.
The fight for existence
does not exist here!