Deep in the meadows In the trees of silk There was a little cottage Facing the clouds of milk.

Everything cannot be lost There is still a lot to see The waves may pull you apart But you are the calm sea.

The thunder may have struck The waves may have roared But what difference did it make He was anyway far from the shore.

Someday I’m going to be free And see nothing but the nature and me Someday I’ll dance with the trees And fly with the breeze.

Let me take a moment off To remember the time When I first saw my mother And saw stars blinking in the night sky.

Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size, My toes, a few grains of rice. I would travel on the back of a bee, And fly to all places I wish to see.   My mattress, a few small leaves, On it I’ll sleep without any grief. With a piece of cotton under my Read more…

I am in utter darkness There is no light I am all alone There is no one with me The night has just begun Slow, dark hours slowly pass me by.

I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced   The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us   The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…

In the night A look at the sky Reveals the lights Of stars shining high, The clouds so gloomy Against a moon so bright Under a tree A traveler sleeps While a curious owl Stares unblinking