It takes tons of time to compose an ounce of poetry.
But when it is composed
It surpasses the eternity.
Its connotation as the four seasons
May change from time to time.
Its authenticity as the existence
Of the deity will be questioned by them evermore.
Its manifestation as the hidden beauty of clouds
Will be misinterpreted
Again and again by us all.
But its universal consensus
As the perpetual soul
Will forever live on
And its inherent grandeur
As the salubrious sunlight
Will forever shine on,
Will forever shine on us all.