I didn't know the water
but I planted words at its edge...
the words said what they said, then I left
I kept nothing but the rhythm, the rhythm in its wave.
On the path to the sky
the sky of my song
I was the daughter of the wind, traveling and residing
among the people of the sea...
One day, I heard the words which I planted at the edge of the water speaking
I felt the pulse of the alphabet in the echo
I forgot who I was so that I could be...
Now I return from a window, looking out in two directions
can I return as I left?
only knowing that the words I planted had grown into trees.
It is Autumn.
