Cup of Tea

I saw once a leaf ,
Fell down from that tree,
swinged left and right,
But nowhere to be.
I thought of me, a plain, useless son,
Who couldn't compose from his own soul.

In pain I ran, away from my town.
I couldn't bear the thoughts of my own.
Then, I saw a man under the same tree,
It was amazing, he played music through a leaf.

Yes! You heard me, music through a leaf!
It gave meaning to silence, it gave meaning to him.
He paused and told me "go get some rest son,
Maybe tomorrow you may have a good song."

Once at home I made some tea
Put some leaves and sat on a seat.
"Maybe," I thought, "I can be like a leaf."
It doesn't matter how I swing, but
How to serve in the hands I fall.