The sun rays that come through the window are glorious, 
I wake up and feel wrapped in sheets of light, 
I go to the patio and breathe the cold-warm air, 
The morning dew contains endorphins that lift me to the sky 
 
Chamomile scent floods my kitchen, 
I feel overwhelmed with joy and delight, 
I’m submerged in a state of awareness and appreciation,  
Am I alive or is this a dream?  
 
Everything seems surrounded by a golden dust,  
The glow is irresistible and sublime,  
Problems? Rage? Remorse? No more,  
Not here, this is my happy shell, this is my home 
 
I cook and sing, and play and think  
In no other thing than happy cords for the strings 
Of my old violin, I desire and create  
A magic realm in my head  
 
Chamomile scent is absent, roses surround me 
Problems? Rage? Remorse? No more,  
Not here, this is my happy shell, this is my home, 
Am I alive or is this the end?