Morning Breeze

Are you the one who touched me

on my head to toes?

It is sure that it is not you

who wake me up from my sleep.

But I dare say that you are the one

whom I first get in touch with

In the early morning.

You are the one

who take me songs of sparrows

into my half-sleeping ears.

You are the one
who leads rays of sunlight to
me.

Where do you go

when the day gets severe?

And why are you so sweet and gentle for ever?