The Field of Wonder
What could be more wonderful
Than the place where I walk sometimes?
Swaying like trees in rain...
Swaying like trees in sunshine
When breezes stir nothing but happiness...
What could be more lovely?
I walk in the Field of Wonder
Where colors come to be;
I stare at the sky...
I feel myself lifting on the wind
As the swallows lift and blow upward...
I see colors fade out, they die away...
I blow across a cloud... I am lifted...
How can I change again into a little girl
When wings are in my feeling of gladness?
This is strange to know
On a summer day at noon,
This is a wild new joy
When summer is over.
The scarlet of three maple trees
Will guide me home,
Oh mother my dear!
Fear nothing: I will come home
Before snow falls!