Blaze in Grassland

Nature is strange.
Even in the same day.
The drama was repeated.
One morning I always pass by
Go to the meadow with the Sunrise
, the dazzling light of the morning everywhere
The water droplets
Look at the sparkle as if smiling
.
The blaze is the silly person born at all.
By Purity like a child of sparkle,
It was the glitter.