upward I fly
behold I see
The beauty of the sky
The chanting birds and flowing fountains,
The blooming sea,
The captivating beautiful creatures.
Cleave in me an ever ending thought.
In the lilies and the valley, I was born in a land flowing with milk and honey.
A beautiful up land that calls me to rejoice in the rising of the beautiful morning sun, that rise upon our land.
Lo, all these where created and made by a God of beauty.