A flower exudes Flush of fragrance When trampled over.

Mother Earth Bears on her breast Assaults Of the spade, the rake, the plough.

The sun pours Light and life Into all living things But suffers self-burning.

The cloudy sky On a wintry night Lets lightning Cut open its breast To shoot a spark of light For a lost traveler.

Supple trees Weather storms But the stiff ones Measure the ground.

Soft grass Squeezes underneath But springs back When feet are gone.

Darkness of night Dryness of winter Have followers in Brightness of the smiling sun And richness of the sweet spring.