A rhythm covered the darkness

I hear

The lake wakes up

The labor of light becomes a swan lake

With wings of respect and consideration
Calling the morning
Embracing and embracing the falling autumn
Winter lake
Stars in the winter that have fallen in the forest
Whenever a secret wind blows
On the natural colored fallen leaves
They toss and turn
Flocks of ducks
Wild ducks
Approaching from a corner of the forest
Tilt, tilt
In sync with each other
They go away
....................
The labor of light is shining.