What makes life worthwhile

As a velvet, orange and rough-shaped leaf, sparkling under the last rays of a scarlet sunset.
As a turquoise spring in the middle of an ancient forest.
As a mythological creature staring at an aurora borealis on a horse's withers.
As a yougman's soul determined to shine in history haphazardly.
As the laugh after the wince of being face-to-face with will-o' the wisp.
As mind can flow when wind blows and you're with yourself.
As a lonely old bridge in the middle of a forgotten waterfall.
As the stunning song of a golden phoenix, whose ayes reflect the echoes of magnificence, nowadays just stones beneath a marvelous dawn.
As a photograph only the photographer can understand.
As the place where "dong" fills the air every hour, where clouds makes your limbs tremble, where thousands of years of history shine for you, where your tongue's delighted and your mind free.
As imagination playing the lead role in reality, and reality dancing foxtrot with imagination.
As music takes control of a situation, even though there's nothing to hear.
As magenta petals falling down from japanese trees.
As all those extremely, awesomely, marvelously single things that make life worthwile through existence and imagination.