Stargazing
under a new sky...
Everything goes with
the flows, but the echo of...
Lounging upon a bed of moss,
underneath an abandoned tree...
The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...
God has made us different
But he never take a rent...
The
night is...
Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...
Beaming down upon us
The great Sol shines with beauty...
The bright crimson leaves
Softly calling for the rain...
Sheer drop of lightning
takes the brown...
Misty diamonds cascade
over shadows before me...
Farewell to winter
the color green is in style...