
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.

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

Totally stress free;
knows there’s food after his nap—
peace in a dog’s eyes.

Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills