The blueberry hills are covered with snow my love,
Let your love rain and melt away the snow slowly love,
Look deeper where the exotic flora and fauna thrives,
the enchanting world of pure pleasure survives,
the fruits of the hills are as sweet as red apples,
eat them slowly as the Moon writes moonlit fables,
Keep holding on as the slopes are too steep now,
listen to the commanding call of freely flowing winds now,
the flowers in the hill are feeling the raging storm now,
the drizzle of rainshowers caressing each petal now,
be the dark clouds to cover the hills perfectly now,
the hills want to lose the way so slowly now....