Stick tightly to the big tree
Stick to the chest of the son of the forest
Listen to the monster with branches and leaves shaking
And see if it is raving, raving
I hear the spring water runs through the tree trunks
I hear the sunlight penetrating the leaves
I hear bird chirping
Which drops from the branches
I hear the wind flowing
The clouds precipitating
And the echo of the splashes
There are myriad of sounds resounding
Yet the lips of the big tree don’t move
Just like the master that can speak with the stomach
Stand up and store
All the sounds of the world together
