Sain y niwl. Gaunt y goydwig fwsog. Gwenithfaen cen y coed a'r lleuad. Un gway f'adenydd I dapestri bywyd. Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold. On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops. Of buskers jugglers innkeeper`s welcoming call. The sound of mist smell of moss-grown woods. Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns. Flying higher higher higher. Into the wild. Weaving my world into tapestry of life. Its fire golden. In my Walden. I will taste the manna in every tree. Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills. An early morning greenwood concerto. Greets my Walden with its eternal voice. I do not wish to evade the world. Yet I will forever build my own. Forever build my own. Forever my home