Deep in the meadows In the trees of silk There was a little cottage Facing the clouds of milk.

There is a world Where fairies dance There is a place Where there is endless chance.

Everything cannot be lost There is still a lot to see The waves may pull you apart But you are the calm sea.

It’s almost time The water will begin to flow It’s not a giant wave But then I feel so low.   There’s darkness everywhere I see no light There is only your eyes’ glow A faraway glitter in the night.

The thunder may have struck The waves may have roared But what difference did it make He was anyway far from the shore.

Someday I’m going to be free And see nothing but the nature and me Someday I’ll dance with the trees And fly with the breeze.

In a deserted house on the hill, Upon a windowsill, A little lamp was burning, Its pale flame flickering, On came the wind with all its might, Trying to blow out the light, But the remarkable little lamp, Went on burning bright.

Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size, My toes, a few grains of rice. I would travel on the back of a bee, And fly to all places I wish to see.   My mattress, a few small leaves, On it I’ll sleep without any grief. With a piece of cotton under my Read more…

I am in utter darkness There is no light I am all alone There is no one with me The night has just begun Slow, dark hours slowly pass me by.

You stayed in my heart all these years And shared with me, my laughter and tears You comforted me when I was in pain And your attempts were never in vain How many times with you I did fight? And you took it all so light You taught me what life really is.