Music Box

Tiny dancer... in a soft sounding music box
Her dress might not twirl and flow with the air..
But she's going round on the tip of her ballerina shoes
And when the world is sound asleep, she comes to live
and everything becomes hers and a spark within her shines

Spring-Flower Dream

One day i'm gonna have my own garden...
A fertile land far beyond the high mountains
Underneath the sky lighting green green trees
with the sun bathing my chords
and soft breeze brushing my hair
beside the flowing river
where the dew kisses the royal lilies along the banks
and the ducks will fiddle their wings
to the dancing pond weeds
 and birds will whistle their immortal  tunes
Up where the palms hug the sky
and the worms climb up that ancient willow
where big eyed the owl guards the trees
starring at wild grass tickle the frowny pansies 
I'll stretch my two feet and dive in the soil
In my colorful dress flowing north and east
 the seeds will fly as high as the clouds
making love to the blushing roses
and the butterflies will drink up sweet potions
and pet drunken lovers noses
they will stay up to the break of down
chasing lightening bugs like flying stars
watching the moon go home
and the golden sun will rise again
To the fertile land beyond the mountainous.