Who knows how to gather the green water of the summer? Who knows how a lupine weathers through the night to come together? Falling leaves bringing the atmosphere celebration and peace found there. However, who can find the sound by the sight of whose beloved forever?
The forest is always deep concern on the shore beside the horses stand by. The eagle searches through the mountain, fall, and flying in the sky. Golden skies are reflected in still waters that sing softly with an orchestra of life’s laughter and cry. The wind blows as the smiles and the tears of the beautiful nature’s princess never come to dry.
What is life? I should speak from pain and fear, as the general order to lay down the sword, trump from the battle instead of the musical composition. I am still searching how to live, as the flash of fierily to encourage human is inspiration.