In the sunlit grass, we sit and talk<br>
We laugh, we drink coffee<br>
We hold our books<br>
<br>
In the quiet breeze of the night<br>
We lay in the grass, look at the stars<br>
Cry and feel the ground, feel the closeness<br>
<br>
Every star we see, is every ant on the apple tree<br>
The cow who gives us milk, shares the same bond <br>
As the cat whose whiskers cuddle upon our legs<br>
<br>
The strength of cutting trees<br>
Equals the warmth of the fireplace<br>
Making us comfortable together<br>
<br>
The ground where the seed of carrots<br>
Borns the sweet carrots themselves<br>
Which animals love, and humans too<br>
<br>
And when I'm with her<br>
I can feel and talk<br>
And I'm free, I'm human<br>
<br>
She speaks of stars for she is the star itself<br>
Her starry eyes being able to tell<br>
Every constellation in the sky<br>
<br>
Her brown hair is of warm chocolate drink<br>
She drinks up the coffee while the steam<br>
Flies up in the memories<br>
<br>
The presence of her gives the calm breeze<br>
And the comforting silence<br>
That speaks more words than words speak themselves<br>
<br>
You can hear her speak of art of the philosophy<br>
You can see her reading a book<br>
Immersing in the scenes of pain<br>
<br>
But the youth, the angel herself<br>
Can feel pain and cry<br>
And she'll always love you<br>
<br>
And I just stand by, as spectator and listener<br>
Inspired by such souls, remembering everything<br>
Knowing souls do not break apart, and find
their way together again