The dance is up like reaching high
and down decisively coming by,
the cold breeze touch their beings so fragile
Its hard to keep floating up in the air.
But they passed by in a hurry
going in all directions, the vision was blurry,
the wind could only blow so softly
they’ll fall down at the end so badly.
But in a sudden swirling
Its being became warm and noisy,
whistling through the feathers
of white birds so loving there,
embraced by the weightless seer
they’ll stay enjoying the new breeze
to dance up like reaching high
up to the mountain near by.
