I lay on the edge of a green-colored world. Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir. Bees kept busying, Bumblebees buzzing. So it was, I suppose, since the world arose;Bees busying, Bumblebees buzzing...

My heart is singing like a morning bird.
A great hope from the gods comes down to me,
And bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred
And to think thee mortal would be!

People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the greenery...
But, those are my native parts,
My dream, so precious to me,
My home, my sanctuary !