Song of Little Lark
Little flower; why so shy?
Snowflakes; did moon cry?
I lost the rainbow on the trenches
With Its colors sitting on tiny benches
Oh mother! When can I fly?
Little flower will learn one day
How to hold head in the wind’s way
Snowflakes are angels’ dice
Rolling over; once, twice and thrice
Where the rainbow comes from
Neither does Lyla know, nor do I!
The day you learn to skim the sky
Little one! Then off you fly