Oasis relaxing in the desert sun
Island lost at sea stunned
Comet racin' in space out runned
Leaves dancing in tune
And the ocean called me
Without a care, in the free
If only you could apprehend the serenade
and behold the beauty
Lucid as a white flower
False hallucinations, pure realizations
And the sound of the breeze is fruitful,
While silence is loud when thoughts arise
The lights roaring
And the allure of the stars soaring
Makes sense only within the perspective
Time has no time to be selective.
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