I was sitting in the prairie.
I was looking at the moving clouds,
feeling the wind touching me.
In the morning, I walked
and the grass was wet with dew.
In the evening, I walked
and clusters of fireflies burst over the prairie.
Two big trees
soughed with warm wind.
leaves and branches were swaying softly
and made balmy sound.
After dusk fell,
it was quiet, but it was not quiet.
Every leaf was busy and gave me sound.
As I gave my eyes to them, they showed me more and more of each of their movements.
The prairie I saw
The sounds I heard
are still always in my head
and I am following my brush with what I am remembering.
