A mountain crumbles against sky
A small leaf gently falters
The gray fog passes by
Like dreams in sequence
One by one
The brave trees the granite
The walls in still echoes
The rising Sun bashed by time
The morning in sorrow
Altruistic shadows that creep sideways
The sword of summer
Penetrating daylight
The smallest thought
Held like a seed
Blossoming in the hand
Like light or thunder
