Over sa-geu-rack the sound of a millet pillow,
Dal-dal-dal the sound of mom’s sewing machine
Lullabying baby sister.
It’s ok sleeping alone early
 Mom ’n dad watching over her
 Dancing cranes in the clouds bed.
 Riding on the pink checker board
visiting the wild flowers
in their cozy cracks in the rocks
 Butterflies are accompanying
Gentle waves humming a greeting.

The crystal ball teaches her
how to say the magic word
to enter her wonderland.
….

As the sun rises
loosing it’s power
tired ’n lazy, hide and fall asleep
in its forgotten secret universe.
Baby sister looks ’n finds it
under her feet
for next trip.