During this time and through it all,
falling free from a lazy sky.
A sole evening star glows to the left,
overlapping the trouble I’ve seen.
The armies of the day, a mirror …..
reflect soft seeds of spreading hope.
Across the towering Taihang Mountains,
reigning heights….. echoed by a silent sound.
Now warming lights blink sober red,
and gather in the throat.
A voice that strives to strike the senses dumb,
floods its beauty to the sky.