Sail nailed down the Sea world
Air wiped off in the morning wave
length sickies off the wind wine
I'm out on a limb;
fortune opens  out the wipe

Still fine morning bell,
Now silence near and far.
Adoring knee 'I here.
O sweet little secret stripe,
As many knelt unseen

And prayed with me!
The sky near and far,
It is so clear and solemnly                                       
So completely, as if to 'open it.

By,
      Chirayu