Home

Wander forth and find in the vales

a maiden’s home

where sunlight streams and the life it beheld sets aglow.

There the deafening cicadas echo her name

like verses from the hills that call for the sun to descend;

where the heaven’s lyre plays and guide the angels to ascend.

There the dew seeps in her mother’s lawn and damps the feet, it is her home that awaits.

As willows and oaks are to the fireflies;

as valleys and skies are to the sparrows.