Song of beauty

The small bird, with beautiful notes, fell on the earthy branches and shook the pearls on the leaves.

The verdant leaves, keeping the rain of last night, stood on the trembling branches, the traces that the birds had stopped.

The crystal rain, with the mission of nourishing life, is broken in the quiet land, into the soil, waiting for the next visit.

The soil that nourishes the fat, keeps the petals of fire, and condenses it in the fertile soil, which is the trace that the wind has blown.

The white cloud, the blue of the sky that was stolen, was smeared with a piece of ink. After the rain, it restored the calm of the past and the beautiful rainbow.

The vast sky, with bright rainbows; crystal clear dew, wrapped with green shoots; soft wind, blowing white clouds.

The branches shimmered, and the pearly raindrops dripped down and shattered into the soil.