Up, up, and away I go with the wind, soaking myself in this lovely drizzle. A new tune rises from within me, and I revel in its melody. My soul, drenched in joy, swings freely, carried by the rain that falls in tender rhythm. I am lost in this unearthly meditation, transported to a world where the magnitude of my imagination knows no bounds.
I sing a song as the raindrops kiss the green leaves, the music played by nature herself, the best musician of all. New flowers bloom around me, their fragrance filling the air—come, my friend, immerse yourself in this divine medicine, this elixir of life. Sing along with the melody of dancing branches and the rain, the ariels in chorus, sensing the wet earth and its frankincense scent.
My soul, drenched in pure delight, swings once more, and I fall in love with this sweet zephyr, this mythical wind that carries me into a world of transcendence. In this moment, I become a timeless object, a spirit in harmony with nature, a fleeting presence that dances with the rain. It is a wonderful, bewitching atmosphere, and my soul reaches its zenith, lost in the magic of the moment.
I sing along with the flowers—yellow and crimson—as they join me in their silent songs. The freshness of the greenery, the vibrant leaves, all become a part of my melody. In this world of love, relations sacred and sentimental, there is peace. There is joy. Everything is tranquil, as if the world itself is wrapped in a gentle embrace of serenity.
Up, up, and away, I go once more with the wind, soaking in the rain, singing my song anew. My soul, drenched in joy, swings into the heart of this divine moment, and all is well with the world.