On My Meadow

There I see the morning new
With abundant cold fresh dew
Bow of the hue of rainbow
Paved the young sky on my meadow

There I hear little bird's chant
In the beginning of his hunt
On his tail is the warmer blow
Of happy wind on my meadow

There I see the flowing rill
Winding from the foggy hill
Making fresh and making grow
All living things on my meadow


Inderalaya.
2003