Twilight hour with the wind high
As I lie in bed, keeping still
Bamboo swaying across the sky
Tapping rhythms with such as skill
I can see the wind
I can hear the shoots
Am I the leaf?
Far from the tree
Or am I the wind?
That is not clear
I see a leaf being stirred away
Flying around on its own ballet, its own ballet
I can feel the breeze
Am I the leaf?
Far from the tree
Or am I the wind?
That is not clear
Control
It’s so elusive
It’s such a daydream, such a daydream
Am I the leaf?
Far from the tree
Or am I the wind?
That is not clear