Out at the skirt of the door
rubbing eyes elegantly with hands,
opening the eyes as the dawn sunrise
slowly little by little upon the mountain
with a light light lightening and
soothing,
and the eyes stared at a tree with a
few leaves brown and dun,
and on a bough of it sat a little bird
tossing it head right and left, left a
smile on my face, and perched still for
a while and flew and along with it flew
my sleepiness and appeared the clean
and clear sky where the eyes got stuck
remained still in nothing, what a luck!