
Scattering of clouds:
waters slice through the sunrise
lone swan glides along.

Scattering of clouds:
waters slice through the sunrise
lone swan glides along.

From up in the sky
like the limbs of the lazy,
stretches our river.

Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.