They say I am not at all growing.
But I am growing, under my shelter.
Every big of me is growing, perfectly.
Alas! But inside my cocoon, hidden.
I have a semi-permeable membrane
To filter the sounds outside and
To let in only the echo of good words.
So, sorry I didn't hear your blames.
Kind men, don't cry that I can't see,
Because I can sense the blooming joy
And The blending peace outside.
I am happy for my fate though alone.
I do miss my snowy food up the sky.
But I am required to stay here
Till my mouth waters for pure nectar
And my heart wish to offer help.