My temper rises
At the evils of others
But nature beckons
My temper rises
At the evils of others
But nature beckons
I have not a care
For the things that glitter bright
Give me but grey stone
Soft grasses may grow
With bright flowers in between
But first it must rain
Your hair like water
Your eyes like the midnight sky
Your heart like to mine
It sings high-pitched songs
Paints the sky with bright colors
All without a care
A lily’s wilting
While another starts to bloom
Both of such color
Bury me in books
There between words I will lie
E’er adventuring
It is in waters
That I find worldly wisdom
And in brief-lived blooms
The dawn sun glistens
In the delicate dewdrops
That fear its coming
The west wind whistled
Bringing songs from a far sea
And my mind set sail