sitting near the hills
hugging the betel-nut trees and the ferns
smiling as the sun's ray showers over him
looking down the valley
waterfalls running smoothly into the rock pool
the water ripples and sways with the wind
beside him the spring water appears
spring water and rock
learned to love
side by side
the rock wonders
why suddenly the spring water no more there
no more songs of water flowing
no more life..
Is it summer?
a drought comes a visiting?
but isn't it winter still?
even if it is summer time, spring water never leave..
why you leave me..
what did i do wrong?
did i say something wrong?
where have yesterdays gone..
Still the spring water keeps her silent
without leaving foot prints.