The vast bule sky sustains a cloud uninhibited
The surging sea sustains a boat drifting
A cicada sustains an elm tree silencing
The land sustains the season silencely.

I acquiesce the breath come true below the tree
And consider sleep of possibility
I recall image come and leave last night
The stars flashed and  fight of sight.

The sky was the sea made by eyes.
to carry on  far wave back and away
Never stopping for my gazing
The elm tree was the sky made by cicada
A cluster of sky escapes from  earth's core
There is a cicada far away my hearing
Hidden from silence mood.