23rd November, 2009
I will rest under the flowers in your meadow.
Under the green young blades of the grass and the flaming yellows of the orange flowers
That way I can be with you even more
I will be there in the dew drops on the lotus leaf in your pond
In the wind that warms you with the morning sun
I will be that single ray of sun that travels across the white thickness of the clouds and touches you every morning.