The quiet summer breeze,
Has sworn to reach me,
The blissful morning birds,
Have promised to sing for me,
The stars have said,
That they'll forever shine on me,
But the dark has overtaken,
Their measly pleas,
The sweet breeze has vanished,
Leaving sickness in the air,
The birds have migrated,
Distracted by meaningless cares,
The stars have been silenced,
Distraught by their own affairs,
And so I find myself alone,
And so at the moon I stare.