The voiceless tang of deep seawater

The shy green of a forest in summer

The glowing bang of a flock of birds at dusk

The grateful smell of the ground after the rain

The transparent roughness of pine bark

Sometimes I forget; no one can take away from me what is not mine.

馬のように、風は岩場の海岸を急いで走っています、

静かに、葉が枝から逃げて地球に戻ります。