At times,
when the sun is high,
there is a shimmering.
Look over the breathing water;
see the dancing sunlight
weave with the blowing wind.
The sails softly whipping
cast shadows gently flickering.
In the distance,
where the land is soft,
there is a shimmering.
Look over the shifting sand;
see the dancing sunlight
weave with the blowing wind.
The grass softly waving
casts shadows gently swaying,
And everything is
standing,
moving,
staying.