Poezja

There is no way of ending,
No thought of descending.
This dream will continue forever,
For there is always the sun in the sky.

We dance in the evening,
To firelight gleaming.
This dream will continue forever,
For there is always the moon in the sky.

Though leaves are still falling,
And echoes are calling.
This dream will continue forever,
For there are always the stars in the sky.