I found a place where I can rest my head upon the old friend of calm

Where the waters never stop rushing

Not too fast they roll down the hill

Green, yellow, and blue are its colors streaming togther like a ribbon

A place where music floats across the air like a wave in the sea

Wind chimes aren’t needed because the wind drums to its own sound

The sparrows don’t fly, they dance through weeping willows

Oh freedom, why do you hide your face?

Tucked away from my sight you tease me with your aroma but not your face