When my day is peaceful,
I discover dark sky that have not changed since
Early days.
The stars are set there to present
What  will come, and what was unknown until now.
Half of the moon is shyly hidden behind clouds,
Half of the moon cheerfully glows.

Hypnotically I stare as long as I can.
As the sun rises at the horizon,
White clouds appear in the pretty sky,
Kept warm by the sun.
Black smoke rises for a visit.

When I am sad, my firmament cries with me, as
Solidarity.
My sorrow is washed as the oil on the road.
A colorful rainbow is painted by a friend.
I stand on the porch and feel close to the world.
Close to mother-Earth.
I take another step towards our friendship.
We are now, the closest we can be.

August 1, 2000