A beautiful, crisp morning.
The sun rises from the shadows,
The chalk-white moon leaves for the day.
Tall, strong yucca plants grow in the desert.
A foggy day is coming.

He freed the white bird.
Stretching out toward the blue sky.
It flew off happy,
Soaring into fluffy clouds,
Leaving nothing behind it.

 Meteor Showers
Fall rapidly from the sky
Long streaming white lights
Crashing around the mountain
Beautiful firecrackers

Falling white snowflakes
Fill the dark, beautiful sky
As evening descends