A gust of rain arrived with a blast of wind,
The shadow of the sun was dimming swiftly,
The coolness occupied night until morning.
My body was coming into autumn.
The leaves were flying in the air,
The branches were falling on the ground,
The wind swept them casually.
As I was walking through.
A huge block of cloud covered the whole community,
Kept moving forward into slices of veils,
Without a trace in the end it waned.
As I was watching through.
The moon was dancing in rotation with the earth,
Mirroring the brightness of the sun onto the world,
Climbing up above the buildings.
As I was facing her calm face.
The crab apples are hanging on the twigs,
Not sure when to fall down,
But ready for any plucking up,
Nobody knows how they grew moment by moment.
The wet clothes on the balcony are becoming drier,
With the flying leaves and floating clouds,
With the dancing moon and shining sun,
The world is performing the subtle impermanence.
The crown of the trees is waving,
The golden light is in silence......