The cool breeze of the spring.
                     I'm the withering trees outside in the fall.
   I'm the serene lagoon, where beautiful swans
                         f     l     o     a     t
                                                    upon.
I'm the  
                   g         moon that bewilders your eyes as you
                 n                                                                ­                    
              i                             ­                                                             
   ­         s                                                       ­                                       
         i                                                                ­                                    
     r                                                                ­                       fall asleep.
                   I'm the sun you cannot look at
                                          in the  b r o a d  daylight.
                  I'm AUGUST,
                               who soon will be a FULL moon.
                         But I first have to become the
                                         sunset
                                           as
                                            I
                ­                            
                                    ­           f
                                               a
                                              l
               ­                            l
                                            .
                 ­       I have to carry swords in my back;
                        I have to keep wan der ing like
                           a hermit, until I am
                                             found.
                              Until, I have truly found myself.

                                                  -Augus­t