Holidays...

The rushing water has finally drained into a still lake
where the fish are swimming relaxingly
where the frogs stay peacefully
where everything stops there

Though the wind still blowing
leaves dropping
time passes
the lake shall be filled with the rotten leaves
and no more crystal but dust

Then we shall move on
non-stop
as time is the breathing wind
non-stop
or else darkness comes
move on my friends
though I am in the dark