You wonder
     if I will disappear 
          like a rainbow.

After the rain
     when sunlight
          dries the tears
               of the clouds.

But I do not disappear,
     instead I do appear
          I'm always appearing
               in the change of the seasons.

In the space
     where the moon pulls the tides,
          at the moment of dusk.

I appear here
     and you will find me always
          in the flow of this moment,

And in the next one,
     and, the next, and the next....