Through a dappled veil the trees droop
a steady flow falls on their home below.
Tiny rivers run down and each tree shimmers
in the haze.
The sweet beans, what ? Runner peas, no !
Runner beans, droop under the weight
and torrents cascade from the foot of
Misty now. Still shimmering. Further on,
over the fields, a beam of Sun rays
breaks in a golden glow.
It doesn't illuminate though, the rain keeps
It smells damp. The rivulets are still
Outside, the garden grows,and it is in
a natural state.
Inside, time is slow, we must wait.