A little pause beneath the sky,
While nestle between the emerald turf,
That swayed by the howling wind,
And a whisper of fragrance in breeze
Making me free from the storm of life,
And when I close my eyes echoes of past dawns,
Again I faded between the thread of thoughts,
Before I open my eyes I murmured.
Afraid that it was all just an illusion,
At the deadly stillness of night,
Life just breathed things I never knew,
In the little pause beneath the sky.