Gliding in on a fallen star,
across the sky a beam of light, 
in the silence of the  night.

Gentle as the morning mist,
collected dewdrops in the grass, 
my mind a looking glass
into the universe.

To find that amidst its
beauty and rich fragrance so does 
thorns and jagged cliffs hide. 

The laws of nature by wich 
we must abide.

Above and beyond our
planet and galaxy,
our dreams we set.

Stars the sprinkles of the sandman 
as we rest our weary heads.

Allthough children of 
its mysteries we can only dream 
and dream we do.

Some of us in colors
some of us in black and white,
as we paint our future 
hopes across the sky.