Softly, silently, are your waves charming the world
Like daffodils swaying with a new Spring breeze
Or the rustling of the trees in an open forest
As kind and as a gentle kiss on a lover’s cheek
Lessons that hold no purpose until they are let go of
Powder of the millennia that have only been passed on
Little is known about the charisma of the lion of might
Yet duly do we water our flowers with morning light
At a home that is kindled with your warmth at heart
As if the heavens were bathed with waters from the stars
Counting the infinite is perhaps even feasible
Now that I am here with you
In a place that has no need for a name
