The high-rising sea
next to the tree
with the leaves scattering
on the ground and the sea,

with the rocks standing still

while the birds make their kill

and the blue lights,
as calm as can be.
The daisy tree, the stars, and the bee
and the little leaves next to me.

The cars on the street
with the little red lights,
and the mountains I see
where the people hike
when the stars go out to play
on a nice little day.

The moon is waking up
for the night,

and in the farm,
on a simple brown nest,
a hen walks up
to take a rest.