A shadow from afar,
      in a dark silk suit,
Walking slowly past,
      my cup of noodle soup,
Has brought to me,  
      with a shimmery sound,
The breath of trees,
      and a thousand streams.
I heard him in,
      my sunny breakfast nook,
I traced his path,
      in my steaming tea,
And I fear no change,
      no future needs,
though my restless heart,  
      may one day die,
As my summers chase,
      the cloudless skies.