From this tree, look, I took
the shining fruit of my inspiration
hooked it up as stars in your skies.
Now watching you while I am waiting,
your praise is reverberating
with the riddle of unattached eyes.
From this water, look, I took
the precious fish of my imagination,
served it well-dressed in surprise
Now watching you while I am waiting
your praise is reverberating
with the riddle of unsmiling eyes.
