The fallen leaves became sparse
after the wind took a hurricane
at my arrival where I had been
in this spring I hang over myself
this umbrella of shade than colors
than joy to sprint my feet ahead.
A flurry of birds takes my notice
perched sometimes over the buildings
over benches becoming spectator as I.
A grass flower or a bush overflowing
swing over the rill a deep inhaling
of life flows through narrow lanes
I have touched the barks which I often
looked at with amazement.
