If sleep were lost to endless skies,
I’d walk where earth and starlight rise.
I’d touch the moon, and feel its glow,
And trace the stars where secrets flow.
Among the trees, I’d softly tread,
With leaves that whisper things unsaid.
I’d climb the peaks, where winds are free,
And drink the air, so wild and free.
Beneath the sun, on rolling hills,
I’d watch the quiet river spill.
In endless time, I’d watch the sky,
As comets race, and eagles fly.
With each new dawn, I’d wander wide,
And listen to the ocean’s tide.
In galaxies, I’d find my place,
Where stars align in endless grace.
