Awake

The nature is always open
taking anything we dump to her
but always return
with openness and liveness
I could only be humble and complied
I am sorry I raised my voice
because its quality couldn't match even a little bird
I am sorry I got upset
because my embrace was ever so ignorable
Focus becomes narrow view if we are only staring at leaves
Forrest does not exist when we are in the thick of it
Feathers get heavy in the rainy night
even out of blue and most beautiful autumn day