Little jade moth
Flew in for a visit
Stayed for a day
Flew in for a visit
Stayed for a day
Told no stories
Left only enigmas
Told no stories
Left only enigmas
It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning
Solitude
Among millions
Sole witness
To creation
I give us solitude
Connect to the battery
That is nature
And draw from her infinite energy
Still, there remain aspects unseen
Valleys undiscovered
Some never to be revealed