These Moments

At the moment      
the dreaming songbirds hiccup      
the first sunlight rises to wake me up      
I stand amazed by the sun moon lake      
Let the early breezes send unconscious air      
nibble at my ignorant hair      
     
With sunbeam beckoning      
I wade into the bushy-green ocean      
step on the over strewn fallen leaves        
catch some of those flying foliage      
build dreams with calling birds’ mirage      
     
During the tranquil sphere      
the spring woods come to be surreal      
Soft wind gives gentle solace      
Arbor trees offer pastel shades      
Hazel logs pave wooden paths      
Hidden birds sing in ravishing voices      
Weeping willows put on jade green dresses      
     
At the moment      
I bask in the sifted sunlights      
that shine through the supple twigs        
flying my thoughts to the distance      
thinking of your gracious stance      
Let the swaying shadows      
etch your words on the mossy pebbles      
     
Under the dappled shades      
I implant memories deep      
by taking notes on foliage pages      
for that I won’t forget or forsake      
these moments, I      
cast away worldly goods      
indulge myself in the woods