I came with my machine full of noise.
Only few months old, at the edge of the road, you were standing there,
looking at me.
What made me stop, I do not know.
My heart melted,
what I was feeling, I could not understand
So vulnerable you were,
Its head in my hand.
My heart expanding.
the civilisation hundred miles away,
only the wind that whirls in the mountain side.
Cool breeze in my face.
The grass is greener.
The sky is brighter.
My eyes wet.
Bless you my little friend.