Riding a wave without a care in the world. A smile, a happy thought, a joke, a nice talk. Coming at you strong with the complicated ones, bypassing love with the heart of a thousand suns. A light ripple there in a restful lake, finding its bliss even a snake. Pensive and dry is the heat strucken' flower, withered and cooked losing its power. Distant through the passing landscape, gentle and true to the love that's in you.