|As I ventured to the wood,|
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head as
In a sense of cozy bed.
As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
You're welcome, Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.