Through the verdant trails, I climb
To this mountain rock sublime...
When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...
A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw...
Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides...
Wind rustling through eternity's acres
In a pastel land of green and shade...
A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...
Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day...
Ancient moon,
Guardian of truth...
In depths of this shaded glen
Where flows perfumed flowers' scent...
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...
A silver caravan of nocturnal gods
They float in silent procession...
Summer reigns in the depths of my heart
As hope's budding seeds make their start...