A reconciliation between heaven and earth
the storm clouds gather, break open, then disperse
a mother smiles for the child she would soon birth
cold wind blushes her cheek, she dons a warm dress
Winds howl songs to those who can hear
animals run around the garden as food is scattered
a master in his home has no fear
the melody slowly from her bedchambers he gathered
Both bodies feel a crises for the ages
the cord is severed and one is two
cries and smiles, bathhouse to bathhouse, say the sages
cries and smiles, crises and smiles, who is who
Little Borrowers 