When You Go Deep Into a Wildland

When you walk deep into a wildland Seeing butterflies dancing in flowers It's chanting by flying you understand Suchlike the angels touring in the clouds You are romantic While you saw a little newly born bird Chasing by a bulky starving grey mouse Your empathy soar bitterly into absurd And blame the predator for no occults You are benignant You are romantic and you are benignant You will surely be blessed by the land *Good luck for being positively romantic and having concentrated empathy.