When clouds thunder
and rain pours
It seems as if
you were there
as raining shower
When friends meet
and faces brighten
It seem as if
you were
cherry blossom
When a young person
supports an elder one
It seems as if
you were
an inspiring bun
When a child hides
in a mother's lap
It seems as if
you were safety
trust of that chap
When night comes
and stars glow
It seems as if
you were source
of that hallow
When dawn comes
and red aura spread
It seems as if
it was
your golden head.
When I think
and start writing
It seems as if
you were the
words brimming
That is why until
I am at writing
you can't give a
salute of parting.