December 01, 2008

The glaring sun is halfway passed noonday.
The wind blew and spread the heat of the day.
After a while the peculiar songbird sounded.

Between midday and evening, thunders roared.
Who noticed the lightnings amidst the glaring sun?
Those who also set their watchful eyes at the sky.

Can rain pour down on a bright sunny afternoon?
Yet though the sky is clear, the rain poured gently.
Then at the eastern horizon showed a faint rainbow.

Though time seems so slow when waiting,
And hours seem so quick when delaying,
Yet all is synchronous to the sun's rhythm.

An evening followed after by a morning is a day.
Each day has a name and they are just as they are.
As the cycle of the days, so will the period be...

Until one day, the eyes will see what was foreseen.