I pass them everyday
heroes of nature...
If I could choose
a burial ground...
The sheer depth of it
a word that is a rainbow...
Hailstones,
Suddenly fall...
beneath apple trees
blossom is sweet and fragrant...
May
Oh coquettish child...
The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass...
Upon the edge-wood
I ride against thunder...
The moon whispered
his last blessings...
That moment when the rain stops
there hasn't been sun in days...
Spring arrives and leaves appear on trees,
Warming Sun kisses wanton skin...
Sun sinks into ocean,
Rays crash upon the sand...