The last winter rain:
telling stories,
a thick coat and umbrella walk past
Each of the rain drops has a tale to tell
about the sorrows of people
about the hardships living things go through
My body like the fields
Withered by winter,
Can I hope, though I am burnt,
That spring will come again?
It's spring!
when leaves start growing,
filling the bald tree with green
tangling among blossoms
Spring, reborn, newness.
