In Spring
A butterfly flies over and covers my nose
Decorating me like a flower
In Summer
A bird rushes over and nests on my hair
Building a concert hall for me to hear
In Autumn
A maple leaf tumbles in air and lands on my lips
Hushing me to hear the gentle breeze
In Winter
A birch sways in the cold and showers me with snow
Refreshing my soul in the silence of beauty
Now the city is covered in masks
My butterfly, birds and I are lost
While chasing after the passing wind
S.P. Ma
June 2020
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