I am the daughter of time
I watch the moon and
and the empty star ...
I remember that ...
but I do not know.
I love the oak trees ..
and the quiet bush,
I love the rocks harmonious,
the rough roads,
flowing water
on bare rock,
I am the daughter of
wild time,
my spirit comes
from the past ...
I remember the song of the lark!
I remember the warmth of the wood,
love the earth,
and the wind that bends
the blades of grass.
in the red sunset,
My spirit loves the past,
and the love you left.