Escaped from the woods of divine land
Dancing, yelling, crossing the sand,
Tearing the Haze, tickling the fountain
She was heading towards the blue mountain.
Exhilerated from joy of freedom sublime
Turbulent in action, she was breaking the ice,
Fiddling the meadows, scrounging for ways
Her bleaking world now enlightened by the beaming rays.
Humming the song of desolation, uproaring like a nymphet
Acquainted by the beetles who began to blow the trumpet.
Twinged to the hopvine, her joy vanished in the rain
There standing the giant blue mountain.
Outraged by her chatter, he overpowered her motion
Confined her movement, unaware of her notion.
But she was the wind, an empyrian knight
Gathered all her courage, knocked down the wobbly stone
She made her way and broke the mountain’s throne…