Background Music:
"The Swing"
(Please turn on your speakers)

I dreamt of a day off
fishing and flying kites by the lake
in the Sunday afternoon,
listening to the Nature Creator
playing the music by cello.

In the dream,
the fish was flying in the sky;
I were also a kite flying up high,
yet controlled by a thin tough string,
watched by those free pigeons resting on the power lines.

In the dream of the dream,
the fish kite then turned into a fish
enjoying its swimming and breathing.
Under the watching Sun,
everything could happen.