The storm came – robust
With heavy lunar boots,
And tumultuous cry.
It swallowed mountains as stones,
Tirelessly insufficient.

The storm came – robust
To the edge of kanwa,
Where stood a little faint yellow bird,
And just as fast and just as hard,
And just as fast and just as hard,

The storm came – robust
And the faint bird did not move,
Nor pecked alone.
The storm stood –
No longer lost in the sky – robust