Sestina

Coming out of hug of mountain is the sun

like a boy is red-cheeked with rage

brightness reflects on the bottle

clearly see the trace of wind

dancing with leaf

On the eastern, first light

 

A wonderful feeling to see the daylight

and lie in the sun

trees, are still in leaf

natural, soothes my rage

and my mood, flies with the wind

Annoyance, temporarily stored in a bottle

 

Out of curiosity, I vigorously shake the bottle

everything in it shines with bright white light

then blows away with the wind

I quietly sit bemused in the sun

no suffering, no hate, no rage

in the river of emotion, I am a silent drifting leaf