a fair trade a given name
a bargain made, a playful game;
a singing tree, a sighing stone
I have a name of my own;
in meadows green and creeks of old
a fool has found a heart of gold;
I toss a coin, up, up it goes!
(my bold heart the sun, he knows).
I watch my coin a-tossed and spinning,
jesting with the winds and gleaming.
It falls and lands upon my hands
the sun, he takes a look and laughs.
I grin unto the sunlit dell,
a giggling well, I know you well. 

Myrto Koukodimou