You are a lullaby before bed
the roots that hold down a tree.
You are a lion on its hunt
and the owl that sees everything.
You are blossoming flowers in the beginning of spring
and a carnival on a summer night.
A lion on its hunt.
However, you are not the storm cloud on a sunny day,
or the ants that disturb a picnic.
And you are certainly not the painful thirst after a long day in the heat.

It is possible that you are the moon that watches over the earth
maybe even the chirping birds in the morning,
but you are not even close to the alarm set for 6am.

It might interest you to know
that I am the deep sleep after the lullaby.

I also happen to be the green leaves on the tall tree,
the den the lion sleeps in,
and the branch the owl stands on.

I am also the rain that waters the flowers
and the laughter at the carnival.
But don't worry, I am not a lullaby before bed,
You are still a lullaby before bed.
You will always be a lullaby before bed,
not to mention the roots that hold down a tree and - somehow -
the roots of the tree.