Shadows are,
All over,
Here, there,
Everywhere.
Human shadows,
The shadows,
Of the trees sweetly,
Dance in glee.
The dancing shadows of the clouds,
And those of the tiny sprouts,
The flowers,
Are in motion with no fears.
The earth does embrace,
All the shadows on its face,
Since gracious like a mother it is,
Whose affection does never cease.
What is the shadow,
Of the shadow?
Think I,
With a profound sigh!