Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.