In my green days, I am twinkle of every eye
The caring touch of fingers,
Vividness of young hearts,
Playfulness of cool breezes,
Blind trust of shadow-seekers,
All feelings make me feel blessed.

But the arrival of fall, makes my look dry
Necessity of standing alone against the angry wind,
Not a single touch or sound of playmates,
Makes me to remember my green days,
Constant blesses of smiling Sun keep me going.

And spring approaches gradually…

In my dark nights, I'm stepping each stone of imagination
The caring thought of a stranger
Vividness of moments long awaited
Playfulness of a warm breathings
Blind in the middle of unknown
Knowing that here is known

But waking up make me forget all
The little world lost and grand appears
Keeps me staying firm on each stone
Wishing somehow to move on