I was standing near the window, I can feel something strange in meadow.
It's a wind which rock the grass, it entered in my room and broke the brass.
It seem as mother is playing with its child, it gave a sweet smile.
There is strong bond between those, I want to feel and wish to go close.
I decided to close the window, last time I want to see the meadow.
Grass feel tired after play, it started to turn grey.
Wind begun to rock the grass, so it can sleep fast.