In the night before the day
I was walking along my way
and came upon a frightful storm
threatening the life I had been born
Knowing it would not last
nor bring harm to me
my thoughts held strong
and it ceased to be
An army of soldiers
aimed their guns feverishly
but with a thought and a touch
they marched along with me
On a turtle I crossed a bridge
and saw a meadow of green
there I fell into a sleep
and awoke to a dream