
Kids on a mountain,
snapping tree saplings in half;
mischievous is youth.

Kids on a mountain,
snapping tree saplings in half;
mischievous is youth.

Scattering of clouds:
waters slice through the sunrise
lone swan glides along.

Catching gentle winds
says hello to seagull friends
expert windsurfer.

From up in the sky
like the limbs of the lazy,
stretches our river.

Untouched villages;
hopeful scenes in the distance—
those pale blue mountains.