Silence buds

Nature is a wonderful and miraculous mystery

Ancient gleams of gardens
where the storm pelts down
its green alphabets.
But the breath is not enough
to put into words the secret
harmonies written by nature.
Resin drips woods of light
to protect their sincerity.
And it is a song of colors
or a mountain’s top ruffled
by the clouds, or a flower
you can pick from the bank
on the river of existence.