Although dark, tall conifers are faintly visible.

Although tranquil, the crickets are chirping happily.

Although empty, the fragrant wind is touched.

Although warm, the running stream is still cool.

Although distant, the stars ain’t out of reach.

Although incomplete, the moon’s as bright as ever.

Although it’s night, the world’s full of life.

By the power of the sun,

Shines in the day.

March of 2005