Leaves twist to my flute's tune.
Gentle waves of breeze hit my cheeks
as I sit on damp grass--its smell fills me.

Grey clouds, perched atop
rocky mountain peaks, bid the sky goodbye,
yet the sun has not yet come around.

Fearless, yet with caution,
a deer sips from the lake's crystal clear water.
Turns to me with sullen eyes;
tears dripping down its cheeks like rain.

My heart throbs as it sits next to me.
It, too, watches the lake with a dreary soul.
A distant waterfall murmurs whispers of hope for us both
as we await the sun's faraway arrival.