Once there was a humble living mortal, the green green grass,
Upon the meadow, crisscrossing thousands and multitudes of floral lanes,
Along with the aromas, nourished by morning dew,
How sudden came the thunderstorm, away many fragile pedals were blown,
Fallen pedals seen scattered all over the field, then withered,
So pathetic and helplessly heartbreaking at this devastating sight,
Rocking hard, the grass shook in shivering, with its roots deep from the underground,
Survived after striving countless struggles against the many restless fights in awe,
Gone with those roaring thunders and pouring rains,
Emerging the fancy rainbow eventually, the grace and care from the mother nature.
Soon the blooming season will return thereby early spring is soon approaching,
Rejoice, rejoice for pictorial landscape is coming to sight, beneath the mountains in such emerald beauty,
Somewhere under red clouds of the blue heavenly sky.
12.01.2014 HY 虹玉
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