The November’s Thanksgiving By Justin Song Kong

The Tomersheng is whirring,
dancing, and throbbing,
The forest stream is singing
and quietly sobbing:
The golden brown tree leaves
pause in resplendent descent,
Hugged by glory and merry content,
The landscape is painted colorful,
and shivering in pride,
with woody trunks hang low,
Swaying and laughing,
before the animals in woods subside,
to a night’s sleep-
and recovery-
Everything is gentle.