Scent of Scenery
The clouds move from place to place
With their eyes quietly watching
For the sun their whites to partly take away
And put on them colourful coverings.
The peachy, lilac, yellow gigantic clouds
Stay over the boisterous, leaping sea;
Each slap on sides of liners or shorelines
Splashes into my ears her sparkling waters!
Should the sky be grey and pouring rain?
Where the sea seems to meet the sky again:
The colours harmonious give a cool view
Like a circular paper folded into two.
Rocky Mountains' high apex dew-clad
Resemble armed soldiers standing.
The wild flowery plants dance and bow
To greet the strong wind passing!