North Wind, blow your aspen leave once more
And tell me if it reaches the shingle shore
Where life is replete with its pristine nature:
Where the sea kale copes with the sea winds
Rising to a ridge of a crest, valorous and bounteous
True blue to the whimsical temper of sea love;
Where the yellow horned poppy blooms in the sea mists
Standing on a cliff, facing seaward, toward the horizons
Skybound, spellbound, fluttering the golden petals ever –
And if you see the brown hare hopping around the shore,
Tell me the castle east of the sun west of the moon is there.
Look at the sky and find a day moon,
Go and catch the borrower with a pin,
Tell me where all pasts have gone,
Or who has tricked the fire demon,
Teach me to hear nature’s whisper,
And to walk in the sky, beautiful.
Where the ocean sends forth
The breeze of the shrill west
Pegasus gallops over the waves
Neighing in wondrous force, full of pathos
Dolorous, vigorous, resembling
The great conch of Poseidon, resounding
Across a boundless reach of the sky.
And the daffodil looks lovely today,
the golden blossom of happy hope
sparkling vivaciously in such beauty
that is not vanity but full of agape.