kangeroo run

looking down seeing the grace...

I see maybe 

a baby

in the moon's gaze

she hops like a swift gazelle 

while the joey curls up

I hear the thump

in the water rushes

she hops like a swift gazelle

and to let her be

I will go...

back to my tree, I will go

to my tree, leave her on her rock...

just till the water goes to the dock