I bask in the sunlight
I bathe in the green grass
I see the crow jesters in flight
Soon there will be no morass.

A weird looking character
Smiling and constantly nodding
Asks me if somethings the matter
Dude.... I say, robbing his smile.

I run after him
Running over the pastel colored grass
Please, I shout, learn me how to swim!
Once again seeing his star-bright smile and sass.

It's a constant struggle
Between warmth and cold
It's your own chalice though, be a jester and juggle
Take this piece of paper, now fold.