Clouds and Stars
In a far, lonely, tiny world
knitted by a silkworm
sky, seas, trees, clouds
on a foreign earth that spins and spins
A bee rests on a flower of white
A bird of colour roams the sky
Trees grow then die to make ships, chests, and homes
A boy companies his walls and door, with a touch of grass on his step
Birds soar, roots grow
a rabbit sits between some stones
a dove soars and roams
her eyes shine like stars
she taps his windows soft like rain
a song like gentle perfume fills his room
the boy steps from his lonesome chamber
breeze from a meadow touches his face lovingly
he sees beauty, and beauty sees him!
the mountain range adorns his horizons
a small ant strolls on the pavement
the sun lights his parched heart
sky, seas, trees, clouds
his eyes shine like stars
