dusk.

sitting high up in a tree,
drinking the finest wine,
everything sounds good to me,
happiness is mine,
im never saying never,
not going to stop the love,
dreaming of one day seeing heaven,
flying way, way up above,
and when the moon goes up,
i catch fireflies on my tounge,
and catch the silver moonlight in a cup,
cause my day has just begun,
my hair turns into silky water,
flowing down my back,
my mother's nature and I'm her daughter,
but soon blue turns to black,
the moon rises high above the earth,
taking its color along,
as sit and wait for the sun's rebirth