As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...
seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...
You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...
Once the jasmines grow in my heart,
my dying soul won't rip apart...
In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...
Left behind by migration
I could only...
I see beauty,
in this land...
A natural recital is
composed between two...