My Only Prized
Upon a cloud
with nothing loud
Silence all around
A breeze is blowing
The sun is showing
I spin a story
In the morning glory
In the other hand a brush I hold
Painting what my story told
Faint and bright
Soft but light
Up in my own world.
A sweet simple vision
Free from derision--
Every principle
Mine are invincible
By them I stand
Until I cannot stand
Wisdom, knowledge, dignity are my only prized
Imagination, sensibility within my mind
They are my only tools
But Universes I create with their use.