Life in solitude, emptiness surrounds
Silent mist rising in the serene woods
The birds seldom sing their songs
Satins, sapphire, and soul
The stream slithers in slender streaks
Squeezing past senile saplings
Squirming into the smooth sky,
Set clouds slink upon the heavens
Brush speechless under solemn gaze
Tranquility seduces scruffs of leaves
From past autumn, someday stalling
Another year, or another two
And life keeps skidding, sliding
Around the slow line of time
No stopping, no pause
Sanctified continuum.