The Vegan World,
Below a canopy of a blue vibrant sky,
Her clouds lifting in a breeze softly sail by,
The cornflower in fields of long forgotten rye.
Where plum blossoms bloom, aside streams bubbly in tune,
To a soft cascading melody, endlessly, quenchingly.
Nigh the Valley of Painted Flowers,
To the rim of snowcapped mountain towers!
Where birds fly to Her rhythm, soaring high. So high,
Above fellow earthlings grazing in low grasslands nearby.
Across waves of golden wheat fields to oceans laid blue,
The Vegan World, a breath of love, vegan free, vegan true.