The Fair Maiden

In a fair, windy night 

        It’s lovely and dark,

        Only the moon shining bright.

        See the twinkling star,only growing bigger 

         Suddenly it disappears 

          And comes a maiden in a nice figure 

          Glowing so bright 

           Whilst our eyes are dazzled,

            We can see in the maiden’s hand, a kite

             See the kindness 

              Of the maiden’s fair

               With a dress, the finest

             See her hair,

              Like lilies, round and fair

              And her skin,as soft as a mare

            

              She’ ll never leave me

               She said she is my mother 

                I began to spring and gleam 

To have such a mother of such kindness for

              I was an orphan 

But I only came to know the importance 

Of a mother when I woke up from my dream.