Yet fear far from me,
Though I lost in the forest.
As I trust me.

Bush bends and welcome.
Flowers wave their soft hands.
Me too and hug them.

All world's music here.
Come into the profound woods.
Listen and vacant.

Stands still a sand hill.
Tempest went by without hurt it.
For flora too much.

A Hiaku...... By -Rakeshottam