Glory Sasikala writes

He wove dreams with me and around me

I will take you to the river  

and make you a raft 

You can lie there and float  

with the current. 

I'll lift you up by a rope to our own tree house 

We will watch the blue moon together  

and hear the owl hoot. 

I will send you love letters on lotus leaves  

down the river. 

I will weave you flower garlands made of buttercups. 

There are open spaces in the forest  

where the bamboo bloomed and died 

We will go to the stream where the wild animals drink.  

I will show you how the cheetah's eyes  

shine in the dark jungle 

I will show you how to make baskets  

out of palm leaves 

And I will make love to you  

among the flowers in the hillside  

where the birds sing.