A sea of green
Crawling towards Heaven
Swaying and folding
Against itself
Budding trees surrounding
Their branches tipped
With the bright green sprouts
Of new life begun
And old life broken
A pond of silk
Luminous and pure
Floats in the middle
Ripples dancing in its water
As a cliff overhangs
The waterfall falling
Unconnected to the earth
The sea of green
Has become the sea of gold
As once green leaves
Begin to fall
Unto the earth
Leaving the willow trees
With nothing
But swaying branches
The waterfall reflects
A rainbow cast by
The full Harvest Moon
Shining in its resplendent form
The ripples waltz
Never leaving the tempo
Set forth by the Creator
Long before their own time
The grass lays frozen
Buried beneath
White powder
As it falls from a clear sky
The trees stand bare
Their leaves falling
Falling to the broken earth
The broken skin of the meadow
The pond of silk
Lays cold and dead
The ripples gone
Until the night is done
The waterfall lies still
The beads of water
Exactly where they were
When the winter had come again
