Windstruck

Poem # 2: "Four-seasoned Sky"

At Once, Astonish greatly, God create All.

After the falling Dawn, the sky Darkened.

Where the moon seats.

The next time, tomorrow,

The Day of morning, upon seating on the white Sand,

Blue-watered sea, Dazzling sun shines Through.

Heavens smiles, birds flying in the sky.

After, once reckoning
around, time fades...

The back of  Yesterday,

Mind full of oblivion,

That the Yesterday are from that time before.

Frigid wind flows,

Falling frolic ice coming from the sky.

Keeping yourself in a Furnace.

Seaways, froze.

Then waiting,

Counting around the clock

Upon strucking;

Sweeping a thousand leaves,

Dazzling and furnace light

Passes through the flesh,

Once in the body,

Reflects it's shadow.

Humid wind sorrounds,

Scarlet fraught.

Then heaven cries,

Clouds form, tears of the sky flows through the humid soil.

Flora, grows through,

Blossoms grows too.

And now, as i look again on the sky,

And now i thought,

How great he is..

That makes me think, the world,

Four-seasoned sky.