A soft cloud drifts across the sky
like a snow white feather,
effortlessly traveling on the breeze.

Light pierces the cloud like a needle
whose eye is threaded with
the fair, golden hair of the sun.

The shafts of gold ripple
like the patterns on the sand
at the bottom of the sea.

The faint voice of the wind
whistles in my ear, and the
small traveler moves on.