I drink dew for wine, and hearken to 
The voices of the birds, and dance 
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass. 
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath; 
I am the memory of a moment of happiness; 
  (Poem – “Song of the Flower” – Khalil Gibran)
I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
(Song – “Fields of Gold”)