Present me not this dark day!
In a space of no hold
Though my optimism in rise
And that remote to follow!
The changes this time of year
As the rule of nature
Yet the sun and moon my favor!
The birds’ singing to freshen my ears
The pigeon’s whisper to glorify my eyes
The nearness with little senses
And me to learn at this sudden!
Wish your return with safe and sound
And me to welcome your footsteps!
