The moon walked out from thick clouds. I see your August face. Soft wind cuts the sprouts out of trees. The dream I once thought to be lost Again rings the crispy morning bell.
The green along banks are now softly smiling. The fragrance of summer shall we enjoy? A creek runs in my heart, Swirls, stirs and sings. Behind trees birds laugh at my silliness. Has the waiting Been over centuries? Has the yearning Boiled the frozen water, And now froze the boiling water?
I see the thousands long steps And the twisted swirling rivers. Along the road there might be flood, Beside wind there might be storms, Yet for our future I'm willing to climb mountains.
Flowers bloom seasons after season. The world turns around with endless beauty. The sky with us flying is so wide. My quiet cabin built with ageless oak Stand as a winterless harbor for a sailing boat. |