Chinhooi Zhenhui

In a secluded place there's a little house of mine where the wind the rain lightning and dark clouds sunrise and evening stars snails and orioles sakura and snow swallows and spring breeze orchids and autumn friends and foes loved ones and strangers all the people i know from the books you and the flowers of dream and time had come and gone like a little letter carrier.

Flying elegantly across the air cherry blossoms redolent and ethereal tints of pink drift  out of a fairy tale rows of trees of poetry petal by petal read to the grass then to the entirety  of the village   to the bees the wind the rain the earth a dedication to the new revival of spring.