When munching on bread:
Flowing field windswept
the rustling grain
soggily it wept
in bursting rain
When sipping coffee:
In heat shimmering
ripe the red beans
glowing glimmering
on hillside greens
When walking on a wood floor:
Stately tall the trees
branches sweeping the sky
swaying in brisk breeze
reaching where eagles fly
While when looking in the mirror:
My old face has since long been cast
recalls not the youth of its past