Maple Tree
Wind accompanied the whistle of begining
I'm standing here, count the line of Maple trees...
Sit down under shady leafes, green, yellow, red and brown
Sunshine goes through those trees, sparkle with joy of illumination
Here...I wondering "How it could be so good?"
while the time went by, it comes onto as it supposed to be
My eyes looking onto Maple Tree, it lived much more than I thought
Stand with all things it has...
Storm and Eartquake didn't make it left behind
it root plants on the ground of wisdom, where the knowledge never ends
While the time has come it just stay in the ground
and "Everything would be done as fast as it have to be, Life is Struggle
and We have to wait anything good in life patiently "
