Walking

The shadow of the trees requesting Please sit down and take rest. The frolicsome stream requesting You are thirsty, quench your thirst. The roaring sand-storm restraining me So that I confine myself in a tent. The lightning also trying to frighten, Never risk is taken by an intelligent. A rope of hope trying tying me to a nail. Bed soft as down requesting to nap; Luxuriant library calling for brown study, Forget everything, items ready to sap. Spring days playing violin of south-wind Fragrant-request of flowers frangrant-call Reminds, 'why bother? you are only for you, Ever-existing empire? nay! rise and downfall.' Path requesting come on the world-wayfarer; I response, knowing it is crooked and endless; The other name of halting is colourful death, Walking is life, walking is ultimate happiness.