The wind beneath my wings
Over Dardanic green
Golden smell of wheat

In a forest meadow
Wiggle my toes
In the cool, soft clover

Floating on my back
In a lake so blue
Shrill cry of a gull

Sitting in a rustic bar
Buy a mug of ice cream
Chocolate with a hint of cherries

Fragrant cup of tea
Sky canvas above so dark
With sparkling pictures

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 736 AF.