Excitely, the sky celebrates a new sunset.
The bird with eyes reflecting the color of the sky
hops around branches
and leaves made of crystal.
Waking up from a long sleep,
I find dawn rising in me,
and in the pond of the mind, a peaceful moon reflecting itself.
The butterfly is out of his homeland.
The violet tia tô leaves
announce the ripening of Autumn.
Birds sing in the leaves.
Sky and clouds are peaceful.
This morning is peace.
The dove spreads her wings.
The child opens her arms
for a heartfelt welcoming.
The birds welcome drops of new sunshine.
Golden is the color of the lawn.
It has been years
since the butterfly wandered from his homeland.
Thich Nhat Hanh
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