Child and Monkey

The child was born in the dark jungle with fear

Then the monkey took him on his back and made him drop his tears.

They went through trees and lakes, mountains and caves

To their own place on the mountain caves

 

He squeezed his eyes as hard as he can  

He could hear birds and ducks on the trees and lakes.

The whistling winds the rushing rivers, 

glowing like waves sparkling like diamonds.

 

The weather was freezing cold,

The giant mountain included gold

The cave lived a monkey, and a child too.