A mountain stands before me , eloping my voice and carrying its melodies to the sky . A lark repeats it , softly , in perfect pitch . My darling , was that you?. A beautiful reply , yes I . A glow takes this message to the ocean so bright with light ! All mist heavy with dew , bright , with light . No clouds today says a sea bird , lift your wings with us and fly. With breath, we shall fly , soaring ever so high . And turn up , to the right and softly fall from within our sky and land . Sun and fun , laughter and memories.

For joy is born out of love , silent moments and tears.