There once was a stream in my bedroom
Over my head hung darkening gloom
So raising my face
I became this place
And now I weave joy on this day's loom
I have the most delectable rug here
It's cool; it's soft; it's green; it's tender
I'm barefoot all day
I'm dancing in hay
And the flowers will all be my partner
Clouds like silver mist descend
The gloaming darkens
Pattering rain slakes my bowl
My mountain bowl of Sencha
Stony peaks surround
Stream, tree, and sod soak it up
My meadow green, gray the lid
Darkness darkens, dark
Cold breath blows a lullaby
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