As I rest on soft clouds,
I reach for the heavens,
I reach for the bright stars,
For the stars hold hope,
The hope I need to start again,
But to start again,
I must do one thing,
I have to dance with the wind,
I have to sing with the trees,
I have to talk to the EARTH,
As I do these things,
I must be kind and gentle,
For the EARTH is talking,
And I must listen.
