ＰＯＥＭ ＥＪＩＴ

ＦＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＩＮ

No more waning but gaining,

Feeling flown in again.

The tide is quietly creeping in,

To the once turmoil and disturbed sea.

At peace with the universe,

Breathing graciously and deeply,

The mind is slowly awakening

With the growing glow

Of once the whole and circle moon.

The cold forest is yet still in its deepest sleep.

But the spring has perpetually started to run its stream.

The deafening silence will be shattered soon

By the boisterous feast of numerous beasts.

Dawn is felt throughout the woods.

Warm wind is breezing in.

No more pulling nor pushing in,

Feeling filled from deep within,

The tide is soon to ripple out

To ring the bells rejoicing loud.

No more waves but still of the night.

Pieces of the scattered moon are put together,

To the whole and circle moon,

On the surface of the tranquil sea.

The tide is full and the moon is whole

Gleaming on the tranquil sea,

Dancing with unequaled glee.