Secret

The rain has returned, and the birds,

singing once more.

Where do the birds go

when heaven

keeps the rain?

Do they hide in the cave

where dreams live?

My dream, awakened by the rain

is singing to the birds.

The birds know the secret

of my smile.

The rain

has found it.

The rain is my dream and

my dream is the rain.

I planted my smile in the garden;

the birds are nesting in it.

Listen to the song of the birds --

they carry my dream

to you.