Lying on the serene ground,
frolicking with the wind mild;
Amid endless wilderness,
I’m thinking of the passions wild.
Only inhaling this morning breeze
the greenery is soothing, certainly;
Widespread silence is sinister here,
as if spirits hovering over me vaguely.
A perplexing situation as this,
often becomes appealing;
When it happens in solitude
reveries become more piercing.