From the ground to the treetop
Without efford you lift up

Sitting there, swinging with the trees
Hear far below the humming of the bees

Let yourself fall speeding down to your shadow
Stopping just short above the meadow

Race between the blossoms sweet
Enjoy the fun of the speed

Tiptoe above the water of the seas
Producing little waves with your feets

Pick from where noone could reach a berry
Vie in flying with a fairy

Follow the bird on its way
Till the end of this day