Daydream in a sunlit meadow 

He sits in a simple sundress

Weaving a small flower crown

And beautiful nymphs pull him up

They run through tall golden grasses

Tipped with small white blossoms

A clear stream flows and the yellow sun

Is reflected in all the puddles.

Wave to a group of bouncing satyrs

Say hello to that herd of centaurs

Watch the canary-colored world fade to grey

As I wake up from my dream.