by Maniku Jein
Green, bird, forest, and tree
Is that the home?
Hooked from the beginning, here
And they have always been there
Tell the day as if you can listen to me
Cry the day as if you can see my eyes
Smile the day as if you can feel my heart
Without a word, yes! I do without a word
Green, you are my life
Bird, you are my pulse
Forest, you are home
Tree, you are mine
Admire you without a word
Love you without a word
Hug you without a word
Wait you without a word
Without consciousness
Love can grow even if our fingers never touch
Be a soul and half a person
Be the last and stay to the end
Dear, my chirpy bird
As the winds dance today, both slow and fast.
Such they are, my love is impassioned in every breath
Without a word