Between the willow
the aspen
and the red hibiscus tree
Where the green current flows
I remain
forever free.
The rocky edged steppes,
blue mountains
and beams
Their white blossomed
tendrils,
yellow saplings
and streams.
Branches spread wide
on a soft
autumn night
Gathered around
red, orange
and white.
Every morning
the whistle
passes me by
I look for it
not knowing why
About the Author
Comments