Stayed awake all night for the scene.
The wind howls, and cradles itself.
The wind questions, and tries to answer as well.
Hollow calls into the hollow town
from the koel bird, "Who else? Who else?"
failing to win a mate, but
fail its much-annoyed treemates.
Rain pours and sweeps flowers off to ground,
yet nourishing the trunk for a stronger plant.
I was trying to write myself a lullaby,
which keeps me up to see this first sunshine.