Soft ground on my head

Were my hands will be buried when I die

Mountains so high

Beautifully carved

Next to tempting abysms

With the secrets of god

Beneath the petals of million flowers

Sand dunes being bridge

Between these two wonders

Lakes made out of rain

Love falling on and on

With butterfly shaped water drops

Nature had made a garden

Out of the first one

Without prejudice to be seen.