My Cloud
My cloud floats,
as gracefully as a swan,
as gracefully as a freeze flowing through a open field,
as gracefully as a butterfly gliding,
through which my childhood passed.

My Stream
My stream flows,
as gently as a mother to her young,
as gently as the wind on a calm day,
as gently as the clouds drifting in the sky,
through which my childhood passed.

My Meadow
My meadow is,
as lovely as a fluttering butterfly,
as lovely as a flower swaying in the wind,
as lovely as a lasting friendship,
over which my childhood passed.

My Brother's Tower
My brothers tower stands,
as bravely as a roaring lion,
as bravely as a brick wall,
as bravely as a goose protecting its young,
through which his chidhood passed.

Depession
Depression is dark blue,
it tastes like raw garlic,
it smells like onions,
it sounds like bitter tears,
and it makes me feel sad.

Excitement
Excitement is bright yellow,
it tastes like the sweetest honey,
it smells like the breeze through a field,
it sounds like a hyena giggling,
and it makes me feel curious.

The Bay
I saw from the bay,
late yesterday,
a mist of silver-gray.