Nice morning

about one morning

Morning

there's mellowed birdsong
drawing out a fresh hymn

for the city

gardenias in the yard

dedicate small purity

to industrious bees

under the bridge of sanctity

water flows flatly

gently with less clarity

but not muddy

there are fish

spitting happy bubbles

and there's a farm not faraway

green of the duckweed

vast stretches of love

of the early summer just

presented to the earth

walking

my pace is rambling

like blades of grass along the embankment

insects scattered

in the luxuriance of flowers

the world empties all secrets here

where i stop

a big tree drenched in dew

i wonder where did it unhand

its fruits.