Rolling hills listening
To whispering winds that tell tall tales
Lily ballerinas dance
To a rondo played on crickets' legs
Retreating into placid lily ponds
Greeting each other in wheatstalk houses
Playing silent chords on willow treetops
Splashing gold on rippling grass
What vivid life blooms
When you leave it to grow in the gray?
What light pulls forth
When you watch the twilight coming?