The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling