If I become a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves, mom, will you know me? If you cry and say, "Where are you, son?" "I was there snickering, but I was silent. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work. When you take a bath, your wet hair falls over your shoulders, passes through the golden flower shaded by green trees, and walks to the small courtyard where you pray. You will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me. When you have lunch, sit at the window and read & gt When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you read. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child? When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story. " Where have you been, you bad boy? ""I won't tell you, mom. "This is what you and I were going to say.