Drizzle falls to the ground quietly,
The God is crying, silenty.
His tears,
Make ripples on the
Surface of the river.

The ripples become larger,
And larger, and disappear.
But others replace them.

The warm breeze,
My tender mother,
She touches me softly,
As I was a baby.
How lightly,
And how tenderly.

The smell of the flowers,
Makes me feel relaxed,
Makes me forget about the depression. 

I'm immersed in the
Fascinating nature.