Cloud and Tree Litany

You are the cloud and the wind,

the migrant and the butterfly.    

You are the leaf on the river,      

and the snow of the early winter.

You are the flow of the ocean,

and the flashing lightning suddenly in the sky.

Cloud is changed and moved fast by wind (Photo by Wanderer)

However, you are not the cactus in the desert,

the rock on the mountain,

or the temple of Athens       .

And your certainly not the North Star in the night.

There is just no way you are the North Star in the night.

It is possible that you are the brook under the bridge.

Maybe even the fog in the morning,

but you are not even close

to being the night of the pole.

And a quick look in the mirror will show

that you are neither the lake in the hill         

nor the grass beside the collapsing wall.

It might interest you to know,

speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,

and I am the tree in the fall.

Colorful but always stays at the same place, this is the tree in the fall  (photo by Wanderer)

I also happen to be the enskying tower,

the road lamp on the street,

and the old book laying the corner in the library.

The landmark of Atlanta always stand there (photo by Wanderer)

I am also the kiosk in the forest at night                

and the bamboos in the storm.                  .

But don’t worry, I am not the cloud and the wind.

You are still the cloud and the wind.

You will always be the cloud and the wind,

not to mention migrant and –somehow- butterfly. 

                      the tree in the fall (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pK6CEd0mThM)