I can hear the wind
as it blows from the East.
The trees sway
left and right
under the dull Moonlight
I can hear the sea, too;
as the waves swim from the East
Splashing, Crashing;
The great waters rise up
and fall again upon the shore.
Behold!
See, in the Eastern Sky,
the Sun now rises,
Bright and Glorious;
A Promise
to the West.
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