Look at the way the waves roll
Look at the way the water rises
Look at the way the foam clears See how the sea goes
When she sets foot on the shore.
Look at the way the fish drown
Look at the way the geese fall from the sky
Look at the way the moon hides her face
See how the flowers feel ashamed
When she walks nearby.
Look at the way the mist curls
Look at the way the fog fades
Look at the way the haze leaves
See how the fume dries
When she parts the ferns to look at them.
Look at the way the skies weep
Look at the way the clouds cry
Look at the way the sun sheds tears
See how the stars dim and dull
When she laughs.
Look at the way the rivers flow
Look at the way the streams run
Look at the way the brooks surge
See the way the creeks overflow
When she plays her flute.
Look at the way the mountains crumble
Look at the way the hills collapse
Look at the way the valley dissolves
See the way the cliffs fall apart
When she waves goodbye.
Look at the way the china cracks
Look at the way the porcelain breaks
Look at the way the vases shatter
See how the winecup fractures
When she walks away.
Look at the way she wipes her face
Look at the way she holds in her tears
Look at the way she rips her hair out
See how her tears slide down her face, and
Then she doesn’t look back.
A thousand knives slice through a heart
A million streetlights can’t brighten a pair of eyes anymore
A billion fireflies dart here and there
And a trillion butterflies flap their wings, waiting for
Winter to end, and for Spring to finally come,
again.
