Looking from a distance, the vast maple forest, like a burning flame, dyed the sky red.
The stars in the sky are like gems scattered on the blue waves. The moon, like a mother's eyes, is in the distant horizon, waiting for the reunion with her children. Warmth is a burning stove.
Ideal is a cloud that turns into timely rain. Persistence is a stone that polishes sparks. Ideal is dew that nourishes and withers the soul.
Maple leaves are like a small slap, and each finger is covered with serrations.