The air blow its breeze,
the rain drop its water,
the sunrise, for the day,
and the moon for the night,
accompanied with the stars.
Eachtime i am alone,
under the tree,
in my imaginative garden,
with full flowers and grazed grass,
i am lost in thought.
Thinking of creatures,
how do the air feel,
which blows all the time,
and pierce into my skin at times,
i imagine if i could follow it.
Most time i wonder,
the element it's made of,
when i stand aside,
at night counting the beautiful stars,
i imagine 'can i come for you? '.
Anytime i feel the creatures, its still dazzles me a lot,
eachtime i am alone,
under the tree,
in my imaginative garden.
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