The dry season feels like a good spring
Though it only lingers when it's passing
There's no forest to grow even feelings—
yet it's the same day still blooming.

And here I stood watching the headstone
Under the tree where I sit yet stand-alone,
I was puzzled by its green leaves grown;
By the tree that grows and sprouts on its own.

I was wondering and riddled with my thoughts,
Confused......