What would be
more fun than this
but throwing rocks into the water
in low clothing in the rain.
I'd like to stay
here forever
I'd stop the time
if I just could.
I'd make a wreath from flowers,
I'd fly a kite,
but mother told me to go straight home.
I'd want to lie here
and tell the clouds
everything I did today,
fall asleep under a birch.
I'd run one last time
a race to the field's edge,
I'd cycle all the way to the village
following my brothers.
I'd make a wreath from flowers,
I'd fly a kite,
but mother told me to go straight home.