The storm came – robust With heavy lunar boots, And tumultuous cry. It swallowed mountains as stones, Tirelessly insufficient.
The storm came – robust To the edge of kanwa, Where stood a little faint yellow bird, And just as fast and just as hard, And just as fast and just as hard,
The storm came – robust And the faint bird did not move, Nor pecked alone. The storm stood – No longer lost in the sky – robust