Silver grass brings out the wind of autumn by swaying together. I listen quietly to the whisper of the silver grass with my eyes closed. I am thankful there is someone friendly who takes my hands. God is an audience in our lives and records all our lives. I am grateful for every second of my short lifetime. Also I thank the Lord for the beautiful autumn.
Photo by Chan-deuk Kwon | Written by Ju-Hyun Bang
Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #651
