Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes