Flowers, bright as a thousand suns

Surround the clear water as it runs.

Through the woods and down the hill

The gleaming lake, it does fill.

In the reflection on the water you can see

A monstrous mountain as high as can be

If at the top of the mountain

I were to stand,

The clouds I could touch

With my very own hand.

Feel as they slowly drift by

And watch as the sun sets in the sky.

The shining day turns into a dark night

But the moon and the stars

Still shed some light

As the stars glimmer millions of miles away

I get to sit and watch as the night

Once again turns to day