miyako73
05-07-2012, 02:48 PM
EXT.
ON THE HILL -
JUST BEFORE DAWN
Bamboo: I go
Where the wind
Wants me to.
Moon: I'm free,
From West to East,
Here to there.
Bamboo: Your'e up there
Among comets
And stars.
Moon: You're down there
Among grasses
And shrubs.
The bamboo feels slighted,
The moon looks proud,
They continue.
Bamboo: I'm powerless
In my world,
On this hill.
Moon: I'm golden
In my sky,
My universe.
Bamboo: You're a mirror
That can't see
Its own shadow.
The moon gets mad
Upon hearing the truth
He cannot bear.
Moon: You're a tree
That can't reach me
Forever in eternity.
The bamboo remains
Meek but resilient
In her humble words.
Bamboo: I don't bear
Sweets and blossoms,
Nuts or fruits.
Moon: I know my words,
My meanings, my rhymes,
My forms.
Bamboo: You're the wisest,
But the heaven
Remains empty.
The bamboo points
Its leaves, its twigs
Up to the clear sky.
Moon: You'll never be
Like me
In your gloomy forest.
The moon smirks,
Mocks,
And laughs.
Bamboo: I don't want
To be like you,
A big dot to my eyes.
Moon: I don't want
To know you
And what you do.
A shooting star falls,
An airplane passes by,
They pause.
Moon: I give light,
I amuse lovers,
I complete landscapes.
Bamboo: I give shelter,
Ladles and Food,
For children, wooden toys.
Moon: You're nothing
But skewers
And chopsticks.
Bamboo: You're just that,
Boring circle,
Ripe yellow, not even gold.
The angry moon yells,
But his voice
Is no longer a thunder.
Moon: I'm important,
I'm wise,
I'm the universe.
The worried bamboo
Gathers her leaves
To cover her saplings.
Bamboo: I'm my shoots,
My leaves, my shade,
My wood.
Moon: You are nothing,
Nothing,
Nothinggggg!
Bamboo: I am,
I am...
I am still existing.
The sun rising,
The bamboo swaying,
It is already dawn.
ON THE HILL -
JUST BEFORE DAWN
Bamboo: I go
Where the wind
Wants me to.
Moon: I'm free,
From West to East,
Here to there.
Bamboo: Your'e up there
Among comets
And stars.
Moon: You're down there
Among grasses
And shrubs.
The bamboo feels slighted,
The moon looks proud,
They continue.
Bamboo: I'm powerless
In my world,
On this hill.
Moon: I'm golden
In my sky,
My universe.
Bamboo: You're a mirror
That can't see
Its own shadow.
The moon gets mad
Upon hearing the truth
He cannot bear.
Moon: You're a tree
That can't reach me
Forever in eternity.
The bamboo remains
Meek but resilient
In her humble words.
Bamboo: I don't bear
Sweets and blossoms,
Nuts or fruits.
Moon: I know my words,
My meanings, my rhymes,
My forms.
Bamboo: You're the wisest,
But the heaven
Remains empty.
The bamboo points
Its leaves, its twigs
Up to the clear sky.
Moon: You'll never be
Like me
In your gloomy forest.
The moon smirks,
Mocks,
And laughs.
Bamboo: I don't want
To be like you,
A big dot to my eyes.
Moon: I don't want
To know you
And what you do.
A shooting star falls,
An airplane passes by,
They pause.
Moon: I give light,
I amuse lovers,
I complete landscapes.
Bamboo: I give shelter,
Ladles and Food,
For children, wooden toys.
Moon: You're nothing
But skewers
And chopsticks.
Bamboo: You're just that,
Boring circle,
Ripe yellow, not even gold.
The angry moon yells,
But his voice
Is no longer a thunder.
Moon: I'm important,
I'm wise,
I'm the universe.
The worried bamboo
Gathers her leaves
To cover her saplings.
Bamboo: I'm my shoots,
My leaves, my shade,
My wood.
Moon: You are nothing,
Nothing,
Nothinggggg!
Bamboo: I am,
I am...
I am still existing.
The sun rising,
The bamboo swaying,
It is already dawn.