Nature is worshiped by the universe
Cold winds rattled
The white mist removes the sun
Upright crops piercing image
Sculpture Mountain breaks the sky
Covered with emerald-eyed clouds
High. . . Sharp. . .
Since time has not moved
That's where the heart beats
Silence is quiet no rippling
An illusion mirror over the lake
Cornering a tree that waves colors
In the crevices of the feet tracing His works
Where am I?
Where the soul does not remember home
When life is perfect
What a beautiful carpet
Unleash charm above the horizon
Endless in his old view
Feeling adventurous in the land of NO NATURAL LAND
