On top of the hill
And beneath the clouds
There lay the flower fields

The radiant glow of the sun
Thousands of colors and hues
And blossoming flowers

The serene and peaceful breeze
Easing its way through the blooming flowers
Up, down and all around

The faint sprinkle of rain
Shimmering from the sky above
Barely skimming the flowers

There is nothing left of the illuminating sun
It is the night here…
At the flower fields