Leave and touch.
Disappear like the painting.
The light walks like a dark driver.
Action is a dusty rain.
The wind endures like a relaxed pirate.
Calmness is a subtle flower.
Mother earth, meditation!
Why does the breeze endure?
Breezes grow like calm plants.
Reefs rise like free breezes.
Where is the loud pedestrian?
Where is the faceless worker?