A thousand million
Sparkling tinkling
Waltzing spirits
A never ending chorus
Of pebbles and waves
The zephyr’s blow
Over the Dolomites
Travel with softness
Glide with certainty, my
Migration has also begun
Freshwater havens
Islands of great lakes
Our futures forsaken
Cotton wool clouds
Around sky blue skies
Surrounded by silver tints
Above, a thousand million
Maybe a billion
Sparkling tinkling
Star bright illuminations