In the blackness of the sky,
I stand alone:
In a field of wild grain,
that sways gently in the wind,
In the blackness of the sky,
I stand alone.

In the blackness of the sky,
I listen alone:
To the soft, pleasing music
of the nightingale,
In the blackness of the sky,
I listen alone.

In the blackness of the sky,
I walk alone:
Among a field of wild lilies,
as their sweet fragrance encompasses me,
In the blackness of the sky,
I walk alone.

In the blackness of the sky,
I sit alone:
I feel the cool wet grass beneath me,
as I feel the cool water from
a splashing brook
In the blackness of the sky,
I sit alone.