These red flowers bloom with the sun’s burning rage,
They remain alive tucked within periphery of greens,
It brings me to think glimpses of events of last year,
Here is celebration of New Year in firmament of cheers,
Beneath are the warring and surviving zeal with landscape.
Spring with dry meadow, hot crust of the earth makes
Every green dry, yet life is not killed, two pigeons, together,
Move around meadow, and pick corn into hedge and grass,
Those hide corns strewn over dry land of cultivation,
With amorous stories those are still figuring out like
Magnets around crystalline wetness, waiting for rain in its
Season, two birds set off one sentiment of soft spring.
Para-metrical elongation creates labor that blooms
The eccentric pasture for living and connoisseur of loving,
When beautiful footsteps move to cross the land
For home that is not abettor of leaving, but waiting for
Answer from her, that she may try to bridge loving castles.
Shadow, grass blades and tree-trunk support walking through.