Light and wind

The light come and fall
on dark green leaves to turn lighter,
and it moves in wind from shadow
to light, repeats often like
nature with day and night

Through web holes, breeze enters
with strong variation unlike later and
younger, which lack to freeing within;
though boundless in space even sun shines
throughout days and hide at nights

Light reflects upon blue wagon
glancing like a swimming ground,
looking at walls everywhere yellow
at end of the day it was orange and
somewhere it dawns different

Before it was near lighting forehead
disturbed, but rationally something pleasure
in the sense, even wind forbearing mild heat;
season moves, far away bringing shadow
still lustrous exist, but sadly I stopped walking
from spacious to worse towards narrow.