To a high mountain, I flew,
To grab the clouds so fluffy.
Unable to, made me blue.

To a bare desert, I passed,
To seize the sand so barren.
Solitude is broad and vast.

To a thick forest, I moved,
To grasp the dews so lucent.
At a glance, specious it proved.

To a deep valley, I fared,
To ****** the blaze so intense.
I was enkindled and spared.