Laid back on the couch of a grassy patch,
He gazes at the vastness of the sky,
His wandering gaze would browse the cosmos high
When twinkling bodies with starry eyes match.
What thoughts then pervade now his pensive mind?
Is it the shallowness of our ambition?
- Restless, vain and borne by futile occasion,
Or is it just some loving visage kind?
The sky converses with the dazed beholder