A perfect morning
Starts with an imperfect thought
Detached from within
Starts with an imperfect thought
Detached from within
So many lost
On path to nowhere
There where I've been
Scattered dried leaves
Then brought together
Revolving winds
From mountain’s top
Rivers cross one’s thoughts
Dying a bit
Up to the sky
Follow mountain’s will
Burning a lit
Leaves of the same tree
Scattered all over the past
Some are still waving