I wanted to rise with the yellowing sun.
To watch the horizon turning red, turning orange,
hear nothing but the beating of my heart,
as the peaceful village
is slowly filled by our noises.
I wanted to go to the stream.
See the pourling water
faithfully giving life to the forest.
Give praise with the birds,
to the creator of the living.
I wanted to climb a mountain.
Feel the wind dance around me,
as I finally see how far I’ve come.
To lay down in peace
as the sun sets in the west.
Still I know none of it would matter if I wasn’t with you.