Do you ever sit out here

Deep in the orchard

Counting the stars


Sometimes but not very often

As I am a little afraid of the dark


These apples are never shaded by the night

Even the grasses are illuminated by fireflies

There is no need to be alarmed


I quite often sit on this very chair

And count the millions of stars in the sky

It is an endless task as I often lose count


I feel that I am being secretly watched

By mysterious creatures who wish me harm


Then you will not sit out here alone

There are two chairs in my room

I will bring the decorated chair

So that we might sit here together