There is little time
For time filled words that in time
Will lighten the following years
For they come in search of those of us
That have so little to do
With far too many days
In which to full fill our tasks
For many a little seeds that are laid
Stand tall and firm in heavy waterfalls

Let colours of the rainbow fall in haze
May a tiny hands chase shadows
Hold dreams and play
Mud filled water pools wash away
Blood stains that lay in rows
Silkworms that feel tired and stand idle
For long winding threads
That lead across watered paths and down stone steps
Cold nights and ever growing grass