Frogs are friends.
Friends of rain...

Darkened clouds-
Many water holded...

When i was a bird
soared in sky...

When i was a child,
stared at the stars...

Love is like a deer,
which leaps on mountains...

Throughout the vast sky,
Above the clouds...

The bushes have flowers.
Flowers are lovely...

Birds soar high;
Above the clouds...

Birds came from the woods
made a nest in banyan tree...

The tree has no blossoms nor fruits,
But the red bird likes to live there in that tree...

I have no wings,
as they have...

A pretty blue bird flits
From tree to tree...