Crew and the Blue Umbrella

Crossing out from the obstacles of life,

I return with the sea-lesson.

Here around the womb of grass

I hear the roar of mosses.

There is no sky over the locality

Only there is that left shadow.

There is sea roaring inside me

Even though to the world,

The sun is mostly regarded as a small lamp.

The river is similar

As basic necessities.

The sky is not vast,

Only the blue umbrella!