3 MÙA (THREE SEASONS)

Every morning, my ears escape these windows to embrace the songs of the birds. My nose pierces these walls and naps in the fragrance of my lotuses. With every sunrise and sunset my eyes flutter into the air. And my heart... my heart transcended above the bondage of man. On fully flapping wings I fly, Playmates among the tireless swallows Chasing chubby, lazy clouds 'cross the sky And herding evening breezes through plains and meadows.