On a distant mountain
Mist
Settles
Little birds flutter
Their wings carrying the wind
In their feathers

Coursing through the rushing river
Streams glisten
On the surface
Fish
Hide
Deep inside, away from the light

Birds sing
Their loneliest song
Hidden in the leaves
Of tall trees
Upon the meadow
Just at dawn

The trees
In autumn
Voiceless
Rustle
With the breeze
In a soundless stupor