I opened my eyes to find the sun streaming in, The calm of the morn, broken by the song of a bird. I jumped up and watched her, fascinated, The note, all but a sad melancholy. Her breast displayed vivid patches Of the seven-colored bridge, Joining the heavens and this wonderful land, Where one Read more…
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
