Lively brid, lovely bird
Hear my little song,
You come and sit my window sill
And hear my little song.

Butterfly, flutterby
Hear my little song,
You come and dance and fly around
And hear my little song.

Curly wind, whirly wind
Hear my little song,
You brush my cheeks and go away
With my tune of love.

Tiny flower, shiny flower
Hear my little song,
You wave your head and flash your scent
And smile the song of joy.

Let me sing, let me dance
With my song of love,
Butterfly and little bird,
You come and join me.

Asking breeze came diving entrance
For giving hope in joyful kindness
Lively mind not offering peaceful quietness
Ruining silent thoughts, uttered vain whispers
Xanthic year, zapping virus, hopeful days, why so late?

Ponder me, I'm the best poetic expression
In yonder world, my father had wrote.
Awful me, I'm the depth of calmness
In buoyant sky, the eye of storm shows.
Fearful me, I'm the lord of darkness
In dreadful night, residing beneath the light.
Cheerful me, I'm the light of lightness
In playful way, children adore to hug.
Joyful me, I'm the pleasure of a new born
In delightful might, when motherly angel nears.
Wishful me, I'm the wise of the wisest
In brightful day, like sun showering his grace.
Colourful me, I'm the blush of the rose
In beautiful hands, picked and worn in romance.
Tearful me, I'm the cry of the heaven
In cloudy day, drowning the earth of hope.
Blissful me, I'm the minute of the minutest
My faithful Lord, allowed to wander in this world.
Humble me, falling into the pit of ignorance
Boasting myself, for impressions in distant hearts.

tearing a black leaf
divine artist painted blue -
sun, clouds, **** and wheel

Like buds open soft,
Mind blooms with no serenade.
But it's pure fragrance,
Reaches distant akin hearts.
The symphony tolling long...