The leafless tree never stops growing
water among the rocks never stops flowing
Feathers of a fallen bird and the empty shell of a snail
the sound of a vacant world, the empty destruction of man’s trail.
A limitless mountain coated with snow
the empty wind no one will know.
The prints of the following herd and the holes of many snakes
We’ve forgotten the naturally learned and left the marks of our mistakes.
We’ll travel to the forgotten lake isle
We’ll travel to the land of the fertile
The cleanest snow on the top of the great mountain
The oldest oak overlooks the greatest fountain
The rugged owl emits the loneliest howl
The deepest roots that touch but never meet.
The wisest seed rolls down the oldest tree
The waters toss and make rocks moss.
The bullets of a forgotten hunter
The footprints of a greater confronter.
The deep cave with endless bowel
The largest fruits without treat
The highest speeds of the winds that will never be.
The bridges still cross as the seasons begin to toss.
The copacetic cliffside corroded by the rain
The old oak cabin with a great wood stain
A monstrous thistle hidden away
A marvelous crystal deep in a cave