There is no sound more beautiful that trees
Carefully nudged by gentle autumn winds.
The music thus created by the leaves,
My mind to peaceful sleep it soon commends.
Of ample space and monumental skies,
I dream a land where I would like to live.
The wind blows there as when a goddess sighs.
For such a world my fortune I would give.
No worries, fears, nor thoughts of hate, nor woes
Disturb this world of pure serenity.
It is a land where only goodness grows,
Where people live in peace and harmony.
In dreamtime am I soon transported there,
These dreams are all that keep me from despair.
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