I wake up and see the branches of the tree blowing in the wind; their shadows dancing on the blinds. It is morning and all seems possible. It is tranquil, just the sound of leaves in the morning breeze. It would be nice to take this feeling everywhere, all the time.
The pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,
Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.
Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,
Often it will come to you even in your sleep.