Swan-Nin >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

sun reflecting mountain shadow
on silvery ripples on a pond
trees has grown up now, so tall
tall grass still abound where
where whispering leaves of melody
filters through melancholic ears
squessing few drops; pretty eyes
fishes will see it as rain falling

wooden bench beneath tree gone
cedar knees has taken its place
water has risen; global warming
branches are like arms reaching
towards pond's center; beautiful
white feather stands; head dress
for indian warriors from hillside
i smile swan feather, she's around