A
Maiden’s cry…
Sauntering
in the valley, I saw
Many
beautiful roses glow,
Up in the
sky, the birds flying,
But behind
the tree, one crying…
What must
I do, oh maiden!
To make
you and your feelings hearten,
I don’t know
but, still will I try,
And make
you ever, never cry...
Look at
the birds, a mother and child…
She is
teaching her child how to fly,
Nobody
expected the hunter to come,
And catch
the mother and her son!
Still did
the birds try to escape,
And her
son flew high in the beautiful landscape…
The hunter
missed them, cursed and went on,
Problem
comes, but life goes on…
Look at
the web on your side,
Made so
big, long and wide…
But inside
it, there is a fly,
It’s
begging for its lovely life…
Spider
came, hungry again,
Her
children aside, crying for prey,
The
struggle at last made him escape!
He flew
merrily on the bay…
Problems
make us stronger,
Crying and
whining doesn’t works It may last little longer, Everything
will change while we lurks
With all
the best wishes on her,
I walked
again in the valley.
Above my
head flew the birds,
And the
fly passed, o’er freely…
-Me
