White Hydrangea blooms
Under the London Plane Tree
Sweet spring morning peace

When all eyes turn to nature
When all hearts brush the trees
Whisper into the leaves

When all feet steps the grass
When all hands grasps the seeds
Speak into the trees

When all lips breathe the wind
When all bodies swamp the waves
Shout into the sea

undisturbed
by shopping fever…
snowfall is quiet