when you go deep into the wildland

Seeing butterflies dance in flowers

It's chanting by flying you understand

Like the angels touring in the clouds

You are romantic

While you saw a little newly born bird 

Chasing by a big starving grey mouse

Your empathies soar bitterly into absurd

And blame the predator for no cause  

You are kind

You are romantic and you are kind

You will surely be blessed by the land