My basket swings around my bare muddy feet
I run up the rushing river with my basket swinging around
I give my voice to the wind as calmly as it moves
I run freely along the brown mud with the sparkling water next to me
trying to get to the flower meadow where the river flows
I see my footprints way behind me as they try to catch up
There is that pretty meadow I start to pick the blooming flowers
I rushed to the river and then I quickly put my feet into the crisp water
I lie on the fresh spiky grass with a few flowers circling
the hot sun shines all around me and I close my eyes
The fish start to nibble that makes me tickle
I close my eyes as hard but the sun still shines
I open my eyes and look around
Where is the river and flowers?