In the land of zathadia

In the land of Zathadia, I saw,

Albatrosses soar through the sky

Showing off their powers and superior skills.

In the land of Zathadia, I danced,

To the harmony of the dawn chorus

A private performance outside my window-sill.

In the land of Zathadia, I tasted

The soft pink clouds candyfloss

As the melting sunset poured down across the sky.

In the land of Zathadia, I heard

The flowers sing to the rain,

Praising their wet beds to reach the sky with their silk-soft petals.

In the land of zathadia…