This ballet of mine

As I walk this lane of dew so long

Falls apart the clouds of bonds

And all alone in this little world

There stands but this road of leafy shrug

All alone in a world of grass 

Singing a song in a world so crass

Small is the sun that lights the creaks

filtering the rays to the grassy glee

And yet I being life the same man spawned 

Am quiet in this walking song

Quiet in the song to contemplate on winds

Quiet in the song to live the breeze

Quiet for life seldom knows the bounds of time 

And the bounds of rest.

For yet again even as I passed,

There sat a cuckoo talking to a snowy lark

And there a dove in a cove by tree

And lo! the tapping rains sent glee!

A man cannot be but light

In a world so gay, in a world so bright

In a world of lanes that never end

In a world so small - it's my cosy den

In a world so sweet with the honey trickles

And yet poison that vipers snigger

And here amidst the ballet of time

I stand and beam on this life of mine...