wind

now I'm listening
straining my ears
and trying to see all of the things

leaves of the tree

little birds

coloer of the sky

wide field in front of me

roofs of those houses

stones at my feet

swaying weeds

tiny flowers with these weeds

eyes of the dog taking a nap

wind is blowing softly
like whispering to me





blue and green



in the morning

I can find tender gleam
through the chink in the lace curtain

when I open the window
I can feel cold wind

look up the sky
blue expanse of the sky

and look at the around
green expanse of the trees

tender colors of blue and green
always make me so straight





I feel it



outside of this window
there's somthing to looking at me

sure i feel it

it always looking at me with wider vision

i feel it so tender

same view
same bule and white
same green

these gonna be the one
and looking at me

not only me

these beautiful things always looking to everything
with tender wider vision