Life Like the Bird

'When I hold the pen in my hand'The eyes are the reader.The ears see the beautyThe breath inhale both of thatThe lips are smiling like a new moonThe mind is crazyIt holds all-starsHands start the danceWhen I hold the pen in my handThe Soul is a perfect rhythmWith all of themThe flower, stars, moon with sunlightAll come on togetherIn the photos, like a poemWhen I hold the pen in my hand. (SI)