No darkness, no dusk, no rains, no blight.
My orchard's flowers seem to shine bright.
Birds chirp around and butterflies alight.
Grandmother's weaven the sweater, at last,
of Brother's embroidered shirt's size.
From the last two days I can hardly count
The days of happiness I've lived in disguise.
Summer ain't so hot nor have I seen Winter's chill.
From the last two days, life doesn't seem so hard.
No, don't bring me the stars from the sky,
I'm planting sunshine in my backyard.
