The stars above are twinkling

Like little crystal beads

Tossed by the handful in a sprinkling.

Like hearing a tune on the pipes of reeds

The birds and crickets sing

They weave a beautiful tune

Fit for a king.

Underneath the moon

The silver trees do linger;

For if they were to leave

There would be nothing left for the singers.

Fireflies and the patterns they weave

Circling in the air

Lights floating by like they were dangled by a string

Though if there were a string it would be thinner than a hair.

There is a spring

Right in the center of the meadow

It bubbles up with pure, clear water

And then lets it out to flow.

I am the daughter

Of stars and moon and trees

Of the water in the spring and the melody in the air

And I find the clearing with ease.

I watch the sun rise and flare

As I lay on the grass and stare

And I am satisfied to stay sitting there

All around me I am aware

Of the forest teeming with life

And I would be fine with returning home

If it were not for my mourning and strife.