solemn whispers in the shade
snuggling in the warmth of our leaves

the world revolved
and we did nothing
just sleeping

how many days we spent
together under the boughs
of the expanse of bamboo shoots
and temperate trees

sleeping together
working together
living together
breathing together
like birds on a deathlock
void of separation

even the tendrils of winter
and the breath of summer
stayed

the world revolves
and we do nothing
just sleep