​
​When day broke
​I looked outside.
​The sky was not praised.
​The morning birds
​were not praised.
​And I was left alone again.
​
​I saw a single magpie,
​a stone in its beak.
​Still trying to talk of
​spring freedom and
​firebirds that soar.
​
​Well then, I’ve lived for ages.
​And my ears remember
​the ocean’s echoes.
​And in the spring to come.
​I will meet you again.
​Moment by moment
​this is the way.