White clouds above the house
Green grass grows in the backyard
No wind in the sky
But the hot weather passes over my face
A glass of milk sits inside
But the children have already gone out
I can feel that happiness is gone
My heart is overcome with sadness
Smiling and joy have left
Because the children are not here
When you want to hear the voice, of my children returning home
I love them both
Like a gentle flower swaying with the breeze
I am quiet
Until another brings the birds song here
