Orchids bask in the cool breeze...

Orchids bask in the cool breeze.

Mourning arrived by the secluded meadow.

Emerald archways lead to a deceitful tomorrow.

Together, we once watched a waterfall flow from the sky.

Golden trees beside an amber orchard.

There is ecstasy in the kisses of one loved long before.

A crescent moon sets when swans depart for sunlit harbors.

Do not burden me with false light.

Like flowers of April, bloom tranquilly and adorn the fields with fragrant rain.