THE LOST BUDS EMERGE.
SUN MELTED FROST BRINGS FORTH SPRING
FLOWERS AND AN URGE

TO WANDER, AND SING
SITTING IN THE STRONG, BRIGHT GRASS
LISTENEING TO BIRDS

WHEN ALL THE LEAVES PASS
YOUR HEAD: LOST TUNES, NEVER HEARD:
UNKNOWN WHEREWITHAL

IGNORANCE IS BLISS
AND THE WONDER OF SNOWFALL
IS MORE DANGEROUS

The unremitting motion of this earth,
unnoticed is continued in its worth.