An embryo, in the dark spring night;
His unfolding wings blended with moonlight;
A poet, soon, to be born to kiss his homeland, good bye.
A decade on foreign soil, lonesome and homesick;
Tears crept in and poisoned his tiny universe;
A poet, all alone in the vortex of the knights,
Hoping to become one, in the future.
A sudden wind came and swept him to the land of the warriors;
A poet, now, cradled by his mother.
His heart rejoices and his soul, blissful.
He looked at the hot, orange sun,
Knowing tomorrow would never end.
