The high-rising seanext to the treewith the leaves scatteringon 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 beeand the little leaves next to me.

The cars on the streetwith the little red lights,and the mountains I seewhere the people hikewhen the stars go out to playon a nice little day.

The moon is waking upfor the night,

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