
Kids on a mountain,
snapping tree saplings in half;
mischievous is youth.

Kids on a mountain,
snapping tree saplings in half;
mischievous is youth.

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.

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

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.