Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.