Morning Wind

Morning Wind

By Muse Gong

 

A gust of morning wind in the backyard,

brushing the leaves and making a noise, woke me up from my dream.

The earth surges in the morning breeze,

and birds dance upon hearing the wind,

chirping and disappearing at dawn.

 

One after another, leaves swayed like waves,

filling the wilderness smoothly.

The morning breeze awakens your drowsiness and awakens confused longing.

 

Close your eyes, the noise in the distance can be heard from time to time, with the sound of dogs and sirens in the breeze.

Slowly feeling the early morning light,

the scene of the once-in-a-century monster wind masterpiece flickers in my memory.

At that time, strong winds swept through the ground and big trees tore apart.

The rescue team cleaned up the mess, and after the rain, the sky cleared.

 

A cool breeze blows through the fields and paths,

and players occasionally pass through the green golf course.

Who ever thought - wind is the flow of gas - sound is the oscillation of air.

The wind is the source of inspiration for music and poetry,

blending seamlessly with the universe and earth.

The willow branches that follow the wind,

like stars embellishing the details, tremble and make people move.

Quietly pondering, the leaves and petals in front of me are whispering in various forms, and the birds are cooing and purring.

 

A poetic pastoral song is created in the gentle breeze among morning light.