The Black Star

A Happy Life of Swan

I see a white swan by a green land.

He’s swimming on a lake, alone.

Don’t care about the cold, he’s just swimming.

As much as he could, he open his mouth and scream.

Calling all the world to join him.

Soon, the world heard and answer him.

The tree seems to laugh with him.

Giving the best voices of leaves to be heard.

The wind also.

They dance under the monlight though without a song.

Then, the bird singing with him.

Made the best rhyme in the wolrd which waterfall never has.

All of sudden, the world walks with him.

Make their way in a path into a happiness night.