My Totoro

Spirit of the forest,
Guardian of little children
Only seen by those who are young,
My totoro, my totoro.

Leaves rush by
On a bright summer's day
The slightest hint of magic
Brought on from the breeze

There He stands
In the cool of the shade
Hiding between branches
My totoro, my totoro

I coax him out
Slowly but surely
Far bigger than I imagined
The ground thumps as he steps

But before long
I realise he is not a monster
For this creature seems friendly
My totoro, my totoro

Mixture of an owl, cat, rabbit and dog
He stares at me
Big wide eyes and mouth, grinning excitedly

His grey and beige fur
Sprinkled with dew
Letting out a soft groan
My totoro, my totoro

Soft fur like a rabbit's
Smelling of leaves and fresh rain
whiskers twitching like a cat's
His yawn like a lion's roar

Created with the breath of life
woven together from the trees
The laughs and whispers of little children
My totoro, my totoro

A pure symbol
My interests and my life
Off on an adventure to explore the world
I smile as my childhood returns

An eternal symbol for hope
A spirit of the forest
My happiness returned
My totoro... My totoro...