By: Amoureax Amant
Mountain filled fragrance out of phoenix trees,
which spread sweet scent drew butterflies and bees,
and phoenix tree leaf fell like butterfly,
swirling with scent of flowers into sky.
Temple laid at the peak of sweet mountain,
there came folks from farmland who prayed for rain,
somehow there clouds turned gray above farmlands,
perhaps mercy promised hard-working hands.
Chilled rainfall with wind wettened exposed me,
watering waving grains and phoenix tree,
there's no angel who held an umbrella,
came for me, but music in fragrant sea.
Music of birds on branch of phoenix tree,
and songs of rain through leaves embraced wet me.