I walk through the grass
With a smile on my face;
I kneel down
And say Hi to the daisies
  and clovers
  and Deptford pinks
  and even the dandelions;
I stand back up
And I feel as free
  as the butterfly
    who is fluttering about
  in front of me;
I look up at the sky
And the euphoria lifts me into it;
Gaia is happy
And so am I;
And I don't know if I am
Alive of dead
For this to me
Is Heaven.