I travelled to a mountain And experience the beautiful creations with curving fountains Tree that dance with the traveling winds, And flying fowls how lovely they sings, I sat upon a rock, And all the things that crawls have me flocked Birds with beautiful colors Illuminating sunshine in the evening hours, All trees of different characters Was the resting place for flying vultures Running waters slipping through cave rocks With blast of thunder above the mountain top The river stood still where ducks and lilies rest With vine and thorn between clutches That’s where they made their nest, View of the cities, With bloomy fields and grains Expression of fog displayed above the open plains, Cows and goats all gathered in heaps, Are like bundles of a thousand merry sheeps, Fountains of waters settled by brooks remain shallow I then realized that nature expressed itself with the sounds of sparrows