Like the sun,
In the morning it sees people
Folded up in beds - sleeping;
It hears some yearn for rain
But when charged to the brim
It cuts through the sky,
Shine.

Like a bird,
Walking in mire
Feels the air gush
Spreads its wings
Leaps,
Fly.

Like a child,
Filled with happiness
Bursts out in laughter
Brandishing incomplete teeth,
Likewise, be

Just.