A warm tropical wind is dancing with the dry leafs,
Circling, lifting 'em up, like a fountain
Sitting by the empty pool, the back is straight.
A rare passer-by turns his head towards the scene of silence
Entering tranquility, light and bliss all over.
In the shade of the willow tree,
I hear the sound of crow's chirping
Could it be “Falun Dafa Hao” in bird's language?
April 3, 2010