We walked through the park,
Above the stars the dark night
sightless and a smiling face of
nothing at a window.
I heard in the park,
the old voice comforting the trees
for they died. I am nothing.
The stars also, nothing is all,
all is nothing. What?
It comes, it goes, it comes, you too.
Let us ride the merry-go-round
in the park, in the night. Let us
A child's game and fit for laughter.