drops of sweat on brow
dat winter can hardly cool
for thoughts about deaths
lie too deep 4 nature 2 heal:
wind across d tree slowing
2 catch a glimpse of d setting sun
i , back 2 my wheel chair find
d cheer from sky 
4 all times perhaps gone
let d jasmine bloom on ur cheeks 
2night 4 d moon 2 awake 2 its
original heavenly looks
n real joy flow from
d heart of hills n brooks.