Seated silence, shining sky.
Sinking sun seems shy,
As clouds pass by.
Red rays glaring rye.
Homing birds flying high.
Green meadow, glittering water,
Swinging oar, waiting for pair.
Whizzing wind, appeasing heart,
nature… it’s a beautiful art.
Tender meadow’s wide-open arms,
Dragging me closer with ethereal charm.
Singing sparrows amusing ears.
Turning twilight appearing stars.
Darkness engrossing, calling fox.
Light is lighting nature being fog.
Time and beauty tied the knot.
Such scene gone like a jumping cod,
but celestial moments alive through my jot.
