He…
Is sitting under a tree.
His mind is free.
The blue sky he can see.
Cherry-red is the green tree.
If you ask me – he is lu-cky.
Simple thoughts flying around.
With his eyes he counts the clouds.

Birds singing full of happiness,
His sorrows become less and less.
He’s touching the nice grass.
What he’s thinking I can’t guess.
Maybe he has no more stress…
If I asked him he said: “Yes!”

Well, he’s well and full Ok.
The cherry-tree’s his favourite stay.
In his dreams he flies away,
And dreams about the sunny ray.
But open now your eyes!
He found out when he not tries:

The weather is already nice!
I’m still in a paradise!
And next to my cherry-tree
A flower meadow I can see.
Green and red, yellow and blue:
Finally my dream came true!

Flying free as like a bee.
Enjoying flowers I can see.
Smell the flowers smelling great.
My great day is great made.
Never leave the sunny meadow.
I’m preventing every shadow.
My nice day never gets grey.
I found a way for me to stay...