I was awake by the sounds of gale outside whipping the leaves one wave after another in mixed with the raining at 4 a.m. today.
When you look out the window, the darkness.
The consciousness brings me to form the picture outside.
The strong gales slash the leaves make them screaming and enjoy themself being floated ups and downs.
Then swift the breezes to graze them to enjoy the nature tender in the darkness.
The vulnerable leaves forced to leave home bloody and being cast far away from where they should be in the course of gales come.
The budding leaves have to grow stronger to face up to the nature priciple in the meanwhile waiting for another try.
The breezes give the gracefulness of falling curve like the dancing with own rhythm.
Now i am not afraid to stare at dark recalling the bitter memory in which i suffered pain and witnessed the first light from dawn to morning with solitude and hopelessness. What i am now again enjoy the own solitude which help me know about me clearer and cherish the internal peaceful.
At last, i am out of yoke.
My first time describe scenery to see how far i could reach as benchmark.